So, on my Freshman year, I was in this class called Business, Finance, & Marketing and it was my last class of the day.
This boy, his name was Josh, he had black hair, nicely done spiked, he had sexy tan skin, buff and tall and he was in wrestling. When I first walked in after dropping out of Health Science, my eyes immediately fell on him.
So the obvious, as the first week of school we had to meet and greet eachother, tell each other about ourselves and our greatest subject. We had to be placed in groups and my stupid ass put myself with this weird annoying nerd who wouldn't stop touching me and would try to call me out to the teacher for cussing. I was like "What are you gonna do about it lil bitch?"
During the meet and greet, I got his name (Josh) wrong and got it confused with this girl named Vivian (tragic
![too funny](images/smilies/images/smilies/priceless.gif)
) I felt so stupid.
The following days passed, he kept saying hi to me and I said Hi back like we were friends, until one day I was waiting by the door for the bell to dismiss us and I was wearing a white shirt. He was walking towards where I was sitting and said hi to me. He started touching me and I slapped his hand back and he tried to grab my left nipple and I slapped him again. I was AROUSED.
Weeks after the incident, I couldn't help to look at him because my of my Gaydar. I asked the teacher if I could use the bathroom, and I gave him my number as I walked out in terror of what might happen.
Fifteen minutes later or so I pulled myself together and came back and I sat back down and my desk and at the end of class he said he doesn't text, lying ass mother****er.
EDIT: This summer, I saw him shirtless at the Waterpark and I said Hi to him and he said hi to me back
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