Nate showed up in history class a week into my 8th grade year and, as luck would have it, the only open seat in class was next to me.
At the time, I was a brunette with straight, shoulder-length hair.
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), unlike Johnny, who would be hounded by screaming fans, I’d have Richie all to myself.
Though now, if I ran into either, I’d just…keep walking. Biceps were unheard of in 8th grade, they simply did not exist …or at least not on anyone besides the gym teacher (that woman was fucking terrifying). Neam, our history teacher, snapped at Nate, “Where’s your textbook?!?
Nate had transferred from a beach somewhere in southern California, so I now had an older boy with sun-bleached, shoulder-length hair and dark, tanned skin, sitting next to me. ”Nate draped a languid arm over the back of his chair, “Don’t have it.”“And why not? Neam’s voice went up a full octave.“Don’t need it.”“Exxx-cuse me, young man? “If you hope to survive my class, you will most And that’s when Nate — in an act of rebellion so unheard of, so brazen that it became the unofficial Fairview Junior High motto — said,“WHATEVER.”At that moment, my brain turned to marshmallow and I whispered low and soft, “Nate, will you marry me?