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I met him when I was young and impressionable. I was fifteen and he had just turned seventeen. I was a sophomore in high school; he was a senior. I was a glasses-wearing, band geek. A bookworm who spent her days off, buried under piles of books at the local library. I was just your every day, classic, unimpressive girl next door. He was the star baseball pitcher. A real class-A jock. The guy that every girl had a crush on. That was, everyone except me. I paid little to no attention to any school sports, aside from which team the band was playing for. So you can imagine I paid no attention to the jocks, until that fateful day. It was about a month before prom when he came up to me at my locker and asked if I wanted to go to the prom with him. I originally had no intention of attending prom, so I was caught off-guard and had little time to think before responding. I just looked up into his light gray eyes and instantly said yes, regardless of how blindsided I felt.
