Heartbreak Anonymous - Chapter 3

I guess I should tell some about he-whose-name-shall-not-be-spoken. You're probably wondering what the big deal is, I mean, he's just a guy.

But it's HIM.

The two of us met the first day of school. I was a lowly freshman, wandering around the school like a complete dolt, and he was a sophomore. Experienced. Educated. Knew where the library was. Actually, it was a meet cute - the classic dropped-books situation. I was running about fifteen minutes late for math and, since there was no one in the halls, I actually was running . I just wasn't looking where I was going, which is probably the reason I ran smack dab into something solid. Something muscular. Something human.

"Oh! Sorry," I said lamely as I bent down to pick up my books.
He laughed. That almost hypnotic laugh, the one that was just so sweet . "No problem." He handed me my books. "Lost?"
I nodded. "Unfortunately, yeah. Know where room 205 is?"
"Yeah. I've got to bring these papers to the library but if you want you can come then I can show you where your class is. I mean, you're already pretty late as it is."
I felt myself blush. Yes, I was over a quarter of an hour late. Pathetic, I know.
But, on the upside, I thought, I had met a cute guy. A nice cute guy. A nice cute guy who showed me how to get to my math class.

And that, as they say, was that. From that first day we were pretty much an item. It happened really quickly. One day I had no idea where my math class was and the next day he was asking for my phone number and eating lunch with me. I didn't have time to think it over - it just happened. Teresa kept telling me it was stupid, leaping into a relationship so quickly. "High school isn't about guys ," she said, "it's about learning about yourself. " Then she'd take a bite out of whatever vegan salad thing she was having for lunch that day and say, "I'm telling you; you're being stupid."
Except that I wasn't. Teresa's doomsday predictions that me and he-whose-name-shall-not-be-spoken's relationship would fail in the first month fell flat. He wasn't just my boyfriend, he was someone I could talk to. He was a guy who could make me laugh, a friend to hang out and do nothing with. It was pretty incredible. I have to admit that even now.

And that incredibleness lasted straight through until the summer before my junior year and his senior, when he broke it off with me.

When I told Mrs. Conner and the girls this at our fourth HA meeting, everyone nodded sympathetically. Then Kates, (a.k.a. the motherless) rose her hand. "It never happens like that," she said confidently.
"Um... what?"
"Sorry. I don't want to be rude or anything, but relationships don't just END. There's always a warning sign."
And then everyone was looking at me, as if I was hiding something. Like I'd just conveinently "left out" the warning sign.

But I didn't leave it out. I honestly don't remember there being one.