It started, as things like this do, with a kiss.
Not one that set off fireworks, nothing really of not to any onlookers. No, it was a near-kiss, placed clumsily on the side of her mouth.
The last day of 7th grade, the taste of freedom on the tip of her tongue.
That was the beginning. But it was also an end. See, she wasn’t that smart then, so she made a mistake and called it off.
Now, the montage of the next 3 years or so. The brief encounters, the sometimes rekindled crush every once and a while, the ever shrinking gap between their groups of friends.
Now, the fall of their junior year. She’s got that crush bug again, and it’s staying longer than ever before.
Enough that other people are noticing. In fact, her best friend blabs to him before she even knows how to tell him herself.