This is the companion piece to jmallory's "Our Story Part ll." if you haven't read it, you can read it
here.
Throughout the 7th and 8th grade I didn't really have that much contact with Jimmy. We were both in the Jr. High Adam's Family rip-off Musical, "Creepy, Creeps of Pilgrim Road," so I saw him during practice. We had a few exchange of lines, but not too much. Also, in 8th grade Jimmy helped out with the musical since he was a 9th grader and a self-avowed thespian. I loved every boy during this time, but didn't really want to have anything to do with Jimmy. He wasn't that cute and he was going through the awkward, pimply teenage phase.
The summer between my 8th grade and freshman year was a big milestone in my life. I was really getting sick of trying to fit in. I remember the first day that I told myself that I was going to be different. I went to Wal-Mart with my mom and I decided that I was going to be an entirely new Tesia Sheffield. I penciled a think layer of black eye-liner on my eyes. I found my pair of plaid pants and wore them with my black sweater. I was really sick of trying to be like everybody else. My mom was really shocked when I walked out of my room to go to Wal-Mart.
This was a typical teenage phase of rebellion, but it came to define me. I guess you could say that I was a punk rocker, however, everyone had their own opinion about what that meant...
My 9th grade year I started hanging out with Jimmy more because we were both into the same things. I wasn't the "goody-goody" that I had been. I started smoking cigarettes and weed on some occasions. I drank every once in awhile. I stopped caring about school. All I really cared about was my friends and my attitude. Jimmy was one of my best friends. We hung out every Wednesday before church. Jimmy, Travis (crevis05) and I would always sit at the same table by the play-place at Burger King, then we would steal all the salt shakers and throw them against buildings or hide them at church. We thought we were so cool. We felt like kings and queens at punk shows. We felt really free. Jimmy even made "The Cool List" where he would rank our friends based on who he thought was the coolest. He always said that I was #1:).
I would date lots of other guys. They were big jerks to me. I remember always running to Jimmy crying because I was hurt. He would always comfort me and tell me that it was going to be okay. He never really told me his opinion about the guys I dated, but I knew that he didn't really like them. I knew that he was a good guy. He was my best friend. Eventually, started noticing that Jimmy was always following me around when we would hang out. When we were in the high school musical together (How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying), I started to suspect that he liked me. My suspicions were confirmed when a mutual friend told me over MSN (remember MSN? Ha!)
"Eww...I don't like Jimmy at all," I thought. "He's not even cute. I would never date anyone who wasn't cute. After all, we're best friends and I can't ruin that."
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