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7:43 am on the dot he'd pull up into school's parking lot in his white Volvo. His parking space - second row 14th stall from the left. Him, a junior. Me, a sophomore. I knew his schedule thanks to my friend Tina having 4th period with him and lucky her, she sat next to him. In my head, him and I were together. He thought I was fun and pretty. I thought he was hot and effortlessly cool. We ate lunch together and made fun of the freshmen with his boys. If only this fantasy rang true. Instead I was a scrawny, frizzy haired girl with nothing but a crush. Kate Nash wrote
We Get On for this very scenario - have a listen. Her album,
Made of Bricks (released in 2008 on the Geffen label), won't let you down. Unlike the time your crush told Tina he had a girlfriend.