We met at school in class. He was so handsome, smelled good, and always had a fresh cut. He was the class goofball—always laughing and cracking jokes. One day he sat next to me, and we flirted a lot and got to know each other. We exchanged Snapchats and started talking more. Homecoming was coming up, and of course the after-party was the move. After the dance, I went home, found the shortest shorts I had, and went to meet him at the party. He was so high he didn’t even realize it was me. Of course, my hot-headed self went off. He apologized and kissed me. After the party, I went home and stayed up all night waiting for him to get home and call me. When he finally did, we talked for a while. Then I said, “I like you, and you like me, so what are we gonna do?” His response was, “What you wanna do?” I told him, “Let’s make it official,” and the rest is history.