“What do you have to say about this?” It was my crush’s mom. She was holding a picture of me as a six year old, wearing a hot pink bikini that looked itchy. I was bending over to pick something up off the ground. My little round belly poked out of the swimsuit. It didn’t match my body shape now, I had lost weight and replaced it with muscle (because of the basketball team forcing me to work out very often). “What about it?” I asked as my face turned pink. That was not the best picture of me.”Your holding a cigarette!” I rolled my eyes. “I was just picking it up off the ground!” I argued. “We both know that’s not what happened. We don’t want you encouraging our son to smoke. Stay away from him.” I looked at her in shock. “What’s the real reason you don’t want me to see your son, huh? Is it because I’m poor? Is it because he doesn’t want to be my friend and asked you to do the dirty work? Or do you just want to be his go-to person for everything? Come on, what is it?” She looked to the ground. “He told me…He likes you, Sylvia. But he’s too young to date, or to love. I already told him I overheard you talking about him behind his back. I realize I made a mistake. I’ll talk to him.” I can’t believe it. He likes me!? And she stopped him? And since when are we too young to date? Half of our middle school is dating someone or another. What does it matter? He likes me. Kohl Sanders likes me! He likes me, he likes me, he likes me…