First day of my junior year comes and my dream guy sits down behind me. To this day I can't even tell you what it was I saw IN him. Don't take that the wrong way, I've always thought my husband was drop dead gorgeous, that's not what I meant. There was something I saw IN him, past the exterior that I knew was there. Some cosmic sign that this wasn't just some ordinary guy. He was meant to be mine. I still believe that.
You would not know that from the next 2 years happenings... but I will get there. He sat down behind me and I squirmed in my seat for an hour, trying so hard not to turn around and look at him every chance I got, *giggle*. Sadly, the bell rang and he eluded me for yet another day. It was alright, I had 2 years to get to know him, I told myself.
A few days went by, every day he sat behind me, everyday I fantasized about talking to him, and ... didn't. Time came that allowed us studio time, where some sat around a big table in the studio and gossiped. It's part of the telepro life, it's what you did. It was also one of the worst experiences in my life. I must have been the bitch from hell my junior year because NO ONE liked me. I shouldn't word it so harshly because I did make friends but at that damn table, everyday, I got yelled at, made fun of, talked down to, insulted, degraded, and everyday, like the dumb ass I was I would go back and sit at that damn table instead of taking a hint and finding something else to do.
It was at this table that I realized, I couldn't stand Wesley. Every time he opened his mouth I wanted to scream. We had NOTHING in common. He talked about anime, women with blonde hair and big tits and flat stomachs and hot bodies (all the time)... *he still denies it to this day that he did that... he still tells me he liked ALL women, I tell you, he is senile* regardless, he buddied up with the few guys at that damn table that talked down to me the most. Although, he never said anything bad or mean to me, I just took it as he might as well have, and boy did the depression sink in then.
I fell heavily into my "GOTH" phase and didn't look back. I kept to myself, dyed my hair, wore the makeup, clothing and jewelery of a hardcore Goth, scared parents, and in everyone's eyes (except my dear parents of course) I became a God loathing, Devil Worshiping, evil being. I had no friends (that doesn't count the friends I still had in Louisville that I held on tightly to, scared their parents, but still held on, hehe). I went through my junior year in a daze. I really hated Telepro. Although I adored the class, I hated pretty much everyone in it, from the constant put downs and hard times the few of them put me through. I clung to the few decent people that I befriended and dragged my heels to the end of the year.
Spring time came and I spent A LOT of time in my car. I loved my car. It was the one thing that I could count on for me to love and love me in return (never am I talking about my parents because they've loved me unconditionally through EVERYTHING!!) but, hey, Heather has a car... so I became a little more popular with my Telepro classmates, because we got to get out for DECA meetings. No one wanted to drive with the teachers so my car was usually PACKED. So, who should choose to drive with me every time we went somewhere? You guessed it, Wesley. Through this alone we became acquaintances. Until the day he came into telepro looking like someone shot his best friend....
I took one look at him, dragging his heels, looking down in the dumps and I got up out of my seat and did the unthinkable... I went up to him and hugged him to me. To my surprise, he hugged me back, fiercely. I will never say what it was he was down in the dumps about because that's not my place, ever, but he opened up to me after that. His story poured out during free time. He poured his soul out to me, tears running down his face, and I just listened. I didn't judge him, I didn't comment, I just listened. Every thing changed after that.
Every day that he would come into class I would get up and give him a big hug. He always hugged me back. (Oh he got made fun of for it too, believe me....) luckily Wesley is immune to teasing and insults. I started taking him home after school and we became really good friends.
Late in the spring was time to make our music videos. Wesley was one popular guy and starred in almost everyone's music videos. But, when it came time for him to make his video no one would help HIM, but me. He never did get that video finished because of all the videos he helped everyone else make.
One really nice day a group of the boys were out back making a music video. I went out to my car that day, happy to get in my beloved car and go home. While waiting in line to leave the school a teacher came up to me and informs me I have eggs all over the back of my car. Completely embarrassed while everyone walks by laughing I quickly drive home and immediately park my car and run in crying to my daddy. I didn't want to look at it alone... my daddy comes outside with me and we both stand there stunned. Dried egg and egg shells are all over my car. Baking in the sun all day. I start crying hard and he runs to get the hose and prays to God my paint job isn't ruined. As he is washing my car he gets to the gas tank door, opens it up to find tons of eggs crammed into my gas tank. Oh buddy, is he pissed! If you know anything about my daddy he doesn't let ANYONE screw with me. He tells me to do some investigating and figure out who did it to my car and he'll have a little talk with their parents about ruining the paint job and possible the engine of my car from the eggs. I have no idea where to start.
I go to school utterly depressed the next day. Wondering who it is that is laughing behind my back. I get to class with my heels dragging and feeling utterly sorry for myself. I sit down in my seat and Wesley walks past me and I don't even look up. He sits down behind me and taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and his smile fades. He said, "I was going to ask where my hug was but you look like you need one instead" I angrily tell him about my car and watch as all the color drains from his face. He tells me, "we'll talk about it later."
Later comes and he asks me for a ride home from school. On the way home, he tells me he knows who egged my car. I ask him how he knows and he says, because I was there. I immediately start crying because he tells me he was in on the egging. I cry and ask him why he didn't tell me when it happened if he was there. He just looks down and ignores the question. I go home, tell my mom who did it and she takes care of it.
Oh, the boys were mad at this... Wesley obviously ratted them out. He didn't care though. He pretended like everything was normal and separated himself from the group. That was the day he became my best friend.
To be Continued....
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