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When I was a kid I got bullied by this group of kids from a nearby trailer park at school. We all rode the same bus in the morning and afternoon, so they never really stopped doing what they did until I was a freshman in high school.
One of these kids was a girl who I kinda liked. She was cute in a tough way. She had freckles bridging across her nose and this wild dirty blonde hair. While the boys would push me around and threaten me she would just sit back and laugh. I absolutely hated all of them, except for her. For some reason the fact that she only sat to watch made me feel like she cared. Somewhat.
One afternoon when most of the boys weren't on the bus and the rest just started not caring I saw her shivering, since it was the beginning of December. I handed her my sweatshirt and she took it without a word. At her stop, she put it on and walked off. As the bus pulled away, she looked at me from the outside through the window. Just a glance. I think that was all I needed, really.
Afterward a few days later I still saw her wearing it and one of the boys asked her why she was, (it had a picture of a football team that many of the people in the trailer park didn't like. Southern values. Go figure.) and she, a 14 year old girl, simply said, "Because it's cold as fuck and I hate football."
Needless to say, I was love-stricken.
We chatted a few times in the years that followed, but never really had a full conversation. I felt like there was something that both of us were just too afraid to delve into. It was probably for the best.
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