You liked this boy named Declan since sixth grade. He was blonde with blue eyes, and only an inch or two taller than you. He was pretty popular, but not enough to be called a jock. Its eighth grade and you’re still hopelessly in love… the only problem - well, two problems… you’re a boy, and he likes her…

Dakota, the girl he likes, he talks to her sometimes, and today is no different…

He was talking to her about last nights cowboys game. He’s a fan of the cowboys. It beings you back to the day a few years ago in sixth grade. You wore a cowboys hoodie, and you were the one talking to him about it. Not Dakota…

Something inside you twisted and yanked at your stomach. You wanted to burst out crying. You liked him first… he was YOURS first…

Instead of crying a bunch, you blinked away a few tears and proceeded your day. That day was different than usual though, it was the first day of the fourth marking period. Meaning, you would have a new specials class.

Normally, this would be fine, but right after you got to your art class…

Declan entered… with Dakota. They weren’t flirting or anything, but you know he likes her and it hurts like hell