10th Grade Romance

She wasn't the greatest looking dame around, but she had a certain very distinctive look to her that I found interesting. She seemed pretty innocent at the time. I had spoken to her a few times, seen her around, I was diggin' her and it seemed like she was diggin' me a little too.

She called me. Said she was gonna be in my town tonite at her aunts and that she wanted to see me. I said alright. Me and a couple of my friends were hanging out at this shitty, out-in-the-open parking lot next to a white church. She came there, by herself. She hugged me, asked me why we dont hangout more. After talking for a little bit, and introducing her to my friends, I asked her if she wanted to smoke. She said she had no money. I said it didnt matter. She was quite alright with that. Fucking bitch.

As we were all waiting for the dealer some dog-faced boy pulled into the lot in some fancy nice car. Maybe a camaro, i dont really care for cars so I don't know about them. He looked like a fucking wolf. I knew who he was, he had graduated from my high school, and I even worked with him at a grimy disgusting Honey Baked Ham for about a week. He was a tool. He looked like a wolfman walking up on two legs. Such an awkward fuck.

Anyway he pulled in and got out and lit up a cigarette. This girl fucking ran up and hugged him. They were standing there talking for a little. Then she turned around to me and said "uhh im gonna go drive around with scott for a little bit.." and got in his car and drove away. They were gone for what felt like hours. It probably was, we were waiting for the pot for a real long time and then by the time i was just finished rolling the blunt she pulled up.

By now I was sitting behind the church, she came up towards me and was talking to me through the fence. "I'm getting picked up by my mom now I'm going home" "uhhh okay bye"
she looked a little distraught for some reason, even though I was the one who was pretty pissed.
"your not even gonna come around and say goodbye?" "mmm no I think I'm alright" She left in a big huff and didnt speak to me til about a year later. And all I did was get really stoned and I dont remember anything else afterwards.

Thats about the closest I had to having a 10th grade summer romance. And she probably got banged out in the back of a camaro by some hairy dude.