The Boy in the Sixth Form pt. 1 (aka My First Valentine)
One Valentine’s Day stands out in my memory. I would have been fourteen, and had a HUGE crush on a boy at school. He was two years older than me, and at fourteen, that kinda age difference was crippling. He joined our math class each week, and when I learned his favourite candy was lemon bonbons (a chewy English candy, not unlike toffee), I made sure I always took a bag to class with me. I joined the amateur dramatics group, because he was a budding thespian, despite never being interested before. I developed a brief fascination with football when I learned he played for a local team, and I also joined the tennis club. Guess who played tennis there?
After months of talking to him in the math class, spending half my pocket money on candy that I never ate, and watching a sport that I hated, it was finally Valentine’s Day, and I had an excuse to express my teenage devotion. I bought a card for him. I agonized over what to write. How to hint at my identity, without being obvious?
Happy Valentines Day, I wrote. That’s all. SO LAME! Where was the witty line, the inside joke, the freaking giant clue that I was madly in love with him? Where?
I walked past his house ridiculously early, and shoved it through the letter box before running away. Would he like it? Would he connect it with me?
The following day I was on tenterhooks. It was maths, currently my favourite subject. I bought bonbons.
He arrived, hand in hand with another girl from my class.
Romantic heroes are always a safer bet, so how do you fancy meeting 25 of them? Or more?
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P.S. Come back next week for The Boy in the Sixth Form part 2
Happy Valentine’s Day 🙂