Updated: May 15
I had a crush on the hottest guy in the school.
He had tan skin, green eyes, and a body like Jesus.
I was a Sophomore and he was a Senior. He sat at the hot senior guy table, but he wasn't like them. He didn't catcall. He did not play football. He was a stoner, and that made him even more attractive.
Through the grapevine, I heard his friend had a crush on me. This guy looked like Charlie Brown, and I'm not going to lie... Anytime I heard that someone had a crush on me, (even if they were the fugliest human on the planet), a little bit of me liked them too.
How could I not like someone who liked me?
Charlie Brown was my weed man, and he had a funny personality. Not only was he entertaining, he'd smoke me out and hook my bags up fat. I spent a fair amount of time with him, but I wasn't the only one. All of our guy and girl friends found at least one person from the opposite group attractive, and it only took one phone call to bring us all together.
In an open conversation, Charlie told me that my crush was a pansy, and that he was dating a girl outside of our school. Sources confirmed that he had a girlfriend so I dropped that crush and didn't take another glance.
The more time I spent with Charlie, the more attractive he became to me. By the end of Sophomore year, we were "dating". He never once asked me to be his girlfriend, but he gave me enough to make me feel something. I'm not going to say that drugs impaired my judgement, but this song speaks to our relationship: