Also, I've been in love with this dude since 2nd grade and in 4th grade we were paired to run for class president and Vice President together. We ended up successfully winning and we had a full assembly where we like hugged and mstuff and I legit got a boner and he felt it...
The next year, we had the same class and started playing footsie with me and occasionally pass me notes.
In 6th grade - 7th grade, the dude suddenly began bullying me when I joined the basketball team. I would always stare at him when he was changing in the locker room and I think he didn't like that. One day, before practice he called me a ****** and when it came to doing the drills, I chucked a ball across the gym at him. It ended up hitting him in the back of the head and he ended up having to quit the team because he got a really bad concussion. I never got in trouble either because they didn't think it was me. They ended up throwing this random dude off the team because he had a huge fit and rant in the locker room.
In high school, rumors began to spread about him being bisexual and my gay heart fell in love again. From Freshman year to Junior year, I made my love for him apparent to my friends. Eventually, we did had a **** ton of classes in Junior year and we were partners multiple times in classes like World History and Pre-Calc. I remember in Pre-Calc, we both were put in charge to teach the lesson when the teacher had to leave suddenly. We just put on Salad Fingers videos and scared the **** out of the class. Then, I got hella lonely after watching The Notebook and went to his tumblr and sent an anonymous message saying how I thought he was the hottest man I'd ever seen and how I wished DAILY that he would "tongue punch my uvula and **** me at prom"
We then did a group project together for History and we ended up hanging out after school and in the library I tried to start our old tradition of footsie. He wasn't having it and got PISSED at me and said "Bro, that's not the leg of the table, it's my leg...". I got a bit frustrated and quoted Why Don't You Love Me by Beyoncé and he was like "I have a girlfriend man, and I'm not into dudes." He then realized that I was the one that sent the message and he left. He wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the year, so as revenge I told my history teacher that he didn't help and he failed the assignment.
Now he's dating some ugly hoe while occasionally liking my tweets every once in a while...