Amy and I didn’t have any classes together in 7th grade, so we rarely talked. We were still friends, though. We didn’t see each other outside of school that much in the first place.
I kept smoking over the summer, but I almost got caught. That scared me into quitting for a while.
By the start of eighth grade, I wanted to start up again because my parents cooled off. I would’ve started again, but Amy hated guys who do drugs, especially guys who smoke, and I was going to ask her out.
She looked so damn good on the first day of school. She’d gotten taller, and she trimmed her hair a little bit. By this time I was over six feet tall and I’d grown my hair out. I looked a lot better since I started getting more sleep, and I’m a pretty average guy.
Before I asked her, I checked if she was single. I checked on her AIM profile, my space, face book, the whole deal. Nothing. She was single.
I asked her out and she said “yesâ€? by the third month of school.