You just started grade 10. is it fun? yeah, you were pretty, smart, friendly, extroverted and friends with a lot of people. but you were NOT scared to say whats on your mind.

BACKGROUND in grade 9 you and your friends were walking outside when a group of pretty handsome grade 11 country guys approach you and her. the most attractive one (choose a name :)) spoke up

"hey... do you know Liam?" (Liam's an ass and isn't as attractive as the others in his group... not even close) since you just joined that school you shook your head "okay... well he ran off and he wanted to ask you to the dance" you knew it wasn't true because their grade 11... right? "oh.. you're quiet huh?" He smirked you looked at your friend "uh... no, I just don't trust grade 11's bullshit." his face dropped slightly "well... DM him if its a yes..." you rolled your eyes and went back inside the school.

over that grade 9 year they bothered you, chased you a round school, etc .but its mainly h/n

he's 6'5, HUGE muscles, country, dimples, modern mullet, and just FINEEEE.

now he's in grade 12 and your grade 10. have you forgiven him? not really. but once in a while he'll tease you, steal your phone etc. weird thing is that you don't even really know him one day you were skipping class and chilling in a small always empty hallway on your phone when you hear the groups cowboy boots. fun. you see h/n smile at you and walk up to you "hey, y/n..." "hi, h/n" "I was wondering if you'd like to maybe go out sometime?" yay, another grade 9 episode, so you chuckle "you think your funny?" "no... I'm..I'm asking you out." he looked behind to his friends "well...normally you wouldnt do it with you friends there. then it seems like its just a joke." he gently grabbed your arm and moved you away "do you hate me or something?" "no... its just the whole Liam thing in ninth grad kinda ruined my trust..." "oh... can I prove it to you? that I can be trust worthy?" you nodded.

the day went by fast. the next day hew as at your lockers with flowers, then the next, and the day after that, and the whole week.

then you guys went on your first date. a picnic with his dogs. sweet, romantic. The next date was a sunset date in the back of his pickup truck with blankets,pillows, etc. then your first restaurant date. his grandmas Italian restaurant. that night he gave you a cheek kiss. just like he promised. taking it slow

then on Monday his friends joked about him playing you. boom. all gone. the date he planned. you canceled. you were at your house, watching the O.C. there was a knock at the door and your mom answered

"uh... y/n... theres a big and handsome guy here for you.." you came down and she left "h/n?" he stood there, his clothes soaked form the rain, hair wet, t-shirt stuck to his body with a bouquet of flowers. eyes red from crying "I'm sorry, my love... they didn't mean it" a tear dripped down his face you closed the door, leaving a crack open "what?" he dropped to his knees, arms wrapping around your waist, his face in you stomach "please... I'm not playing you. those bastards are lying... please,my love. I need you, I'm so sorry" he kissed your knuckles then wrapped his HUGE veiny arms back around you, his HUGE veiny hands clenching itself