I try so hard to forget that first day I saw you, the day when I was so unprepared so clueless to what was about to happen three months from that day.

When I first saw you I had no interest in knowing you. Zits littered your face and your smile screamed pompous the way you sat down on the same row as me in the assembly hall, yet you didn’t dare look at me even though I had tried to make good conversation. No, you prefered to converse with that pretty –fake– blonde from Jordan who was clearly trying too hard to find some meaningless vanity. 

Having said that was not a blow to any Jordanians out there, she really was trying to hard to be Paris Hilton. 

Then I knew you were of no special interest and would most certainly be a complete waste of my precious time. She always had a fascination with the new boys, she liked to sink her claws into them before anyone else and I thought you were just another willing victim…But how wrong was I. 

I didn’t hate you, not yet. But when you had taken a special interest in my best friend I grew anxious. I was a very possessive creature when it came to friends and family, anyone who came close to threatening a bond I made was bad news in my book and you were black listed. She always talked about you, how wonderful you were and how you two shared so many interests. To appeal to me she quoted your jokes and thoughts on music and art but I refused to listen, refused to acknowlege that you were some what like me. 

I was growing annoyed with you, in my head you had died a thousand times and that was the only thought that got me through another day in highschool with her high praise of you. One day I snapped, I shifted classes from design to music just to find out what exactly was so special about you that she would talk so relentlessly about you. I wish I hadn’t cause you sir, are a very manipulating human being and turned me into a walking unstable ticking bomb of frustration in a matter of three months. 

You were not what i had deluded you to be in my mind. You were different, when I pushed you away you came back not with avengence but clever witty words and silly jokes that I couldn’t resist laughing at. when I insulted you, you told me how much you loved me among other inappropriate things. We shared the same interests, you were a brain child with a brilliant taste in music and a fabulous artist. Then I was the only talented artist among my posse, I should have felt threated by you but I wasn’t. I felt I couldn’t learn a lot from you and I did…Just not the way I had planned.