Hunter is 2 years younger than I am. He had been going to Longview for school, but his freshman year he started at Hallsville. He had walked into the band hall, late, dressed in a dark blue polo, surfer blonde hair, jeans and boots. I did't like him at first; all of the girls thought he was very "Hot". I rolled my eyes and told my best friend I was going to wait to date college guys, because I had just gotten over the "love" of my life. Boy, was I wrong. All day, in every class, there were girls talking about Hunter. How they were going to date him, or get him to notice them. It was extremely annoying. I was thankful when the bell rang to go home. When I got home, my little brother was in the kitchen telling a story to my older brother. Coincidentally, my little brother had a best friend named Hunter, as well. Curious, I walked into the kitchen asking him to tell the story again, because it had my older brother laughing. And that was exactly what I needed. Bryan was in anatomy, sitting next to "Hunter". And our policy at school was "NO PDA". Well Bryan touched Hunter's arm, and Hunter leaped from his chair and exclaimed "PMS! PMS!" Thinking he said "PDA". I started laughing and asked Bryan if it was "Wink" that said that, and he said "No, it's the new kid, Hunter Sullivan." And here we go, again, with that guy. The next day, I thought, well, the guy is funny, might as well introduce myself and become his friend. After I introduced myself, we began to run into each other a lot through out the school; polite conversations that lead to a nice friendship. I finally asked if he was seeing someone, and he had been seeing a girl for a year, off and on. I left it alone, but then I wondered if he "loved" her. So when I asked another question about her, he grew suspicious. I told my best friend that he kept asking why, and she advised me not to tell him. But, I did. He broke it off with his ex, hallway gatherings became note passing's, which became our love story.