"Oh, my, God! I'm kissing Troy Fielding!"

was the only thought running through my head. I was currently hanging out behind the football field bleachers, making out with the hottest boy in the school. If only you knew just how I felt, you wouldn't roll your eyes when I'd say this was truly magical.

My friends told me that he was stocking me throughout the week, but at the time, I didn't want to believe them. And when he asked me out after lunch today, without a doubt, I totally skipped fifth period just to be alone with him. At first, I was worried about my mom finding out I skipped class, but I simply brushed it off as soon as we stepped outside.

Is this how rebellious people felt? If so, I didn't mind doing it again, if it meant that I'll be with Troy Fielding.

Feeling the sun warm up my back, the wind blow my hair, and our bodies pressed up against one another, I slowly came to the thought that today was "my day". Nothing but the sounds of birds around us made me feel a bit more comfortable with our current state, and I never wanted this to end. But like all hopes and dreams, they always end.

When the bell rang, announcing the end of fifth period, we pulled away and started heading back towards campus. I felt my face turn red with some embarrassment, knowing that my friends wanted me to spill everything in detail. But something told me that I didn't want this to end. After all, he was my first high school crush.

"Hey, Troy," I called, rushing to catch up with him. "What does this mean?"

"Huh?"

"For us," I quickly added. "What does this mean for us?"

Snorting, he shrugged his shoulder, a smirk placed onto his face. "It—It, doesn't mean anything. It was just a bet. I don't date freshman girls... I'll see you later, though. Bye."

Stopping in my tracks, I stared off at his retreating back with a devastated expression. I wanted to do nothing, but crawl in a hole and cry until I died. He wasn't even that into me, and I fell for it. I didn't know it would hurt me this much, but I never felt the same for the rest of that week.

"I was just a bet," the words leaving my mouth in a quivering whisper. Saying that made my face crumble, and I ran back behind the bleachers to cry. I never knew my love life would spiral into nothingness already.

And that was just the first ten minutes.