We couldn’t be any more different. I was constantly in detention, late for school if I decided to show up at all, I’m failing all my classes, and my idea of a fun night was getting drunk or high (sometimes both) almost every night.

But you? You were perfect. You had straight A’s, nice to everyone, you didn’t even know what the detention room looked like, and every night you’re either doing your homework, reading or watching some silly rom com.

How did we get together? I ask myself that same question every. Single. Day. 4 months ago if someone had told me that I’d be dating you, I probably would’ve laughed and then punched them in the face.

Before you I had never cared about anything or anyone. There’s a first time for everything. Which is why we’re currently in my car skipping class. Well I’m skipping class, you had a free period and I doubt you’d skip if you didn’t.

“You want one,babygirl?”

I asked you while nodding to the pack of red Marlboros I had in my hand. I knew you’d say no, but it was fun to ask. I liked teasing you every now and then for being a goody two shoes.