My first crush was this horrible boy in 8th grade in my small class at a private school. We sat next to each other in science class. He would poke me in the side, hard. Then, he would laugh. At the time, I was the new kid, so I actually liked the attention. But, he also flirted, hard, with three or four other girls in my class. This made me very jealous, which only made me like him more.
Looking back, I realize that he knew exactly what he was doing. He was not a nice person. I knew this in 8th grade, but, this fact only made me like him more. I liked bad boys.
I want to share his name, to shame him. But, I do not want to be sued. So, I will not.
Things We Forget 
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