i was oblivious to a lot of shyt in middle school and h.s 
there was this over developed mature ass bytch when i was in 8th grade in my math class. everyone wanted to fukk her including me because she had these nuclear warhead missiles for t*ts already at that age.
she started chatting me up in class about bull shyt, and i thought nothing of it
started sitting next to me on the bus, nothing
started asking me who im taking to the graduation dance like 2-3 months in advance, me: i'm probably not going to that shyt

day before she goes i dont have anyone to go to the dance with. me: oh ok
then forward a couple years in h.s she tells me she had a huge crush on me in middle school. me:
in h.s this softball playing bytch would always comment on something i did or said, or something i was wearing. me:
in chemistry she would randomly start asking me what im doing after school. me: gona go home n play video games
& 
one day she straight up stood in front of me in the hall and said "I WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME!!!
"
me:
:

only thing left for her to do was grab my hand and put it on her box... what a fukkin idiot. throwing it at me and i was blind to the facts.

there was this over developed mature ass bytch when i was in 8th grade in my math class. everyone wanted to fukk her including me because she had these nuclear warhead missiles for t*ts already at that age.
she started chatting me up in class about bull shyt, and i thought nothing of it
started sitting next to me on the bus, nothing
started asking me who im taking to the graduation dance like 2-3 months in advance, me: i'm probably not going to that shyt

day before she goes i dont have anyone to go to the dance with. me: oh ok

then forward a couple years in h.s she tells me she had a huge crush on me in middle school. me:

in h.s this softball playing bytch would always comment on something i did or said, or something i was wearing. me:

in chemistry she would randomly start asking me what im doing after school. me: gona go home n play video games
& 
one day she straight up stood in front of me in the hall and said "I WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME!!!
"me:
:

only thing left for her to do was grab my hand and put it on her box... what a fukkin idiot. throwing it at me and i was blind to the facts.
not gona get stabbed over clam
. she drives up a little so i drive up and start chatting up with her while were driving.

hey pull up to this gas staion so we can talk.
.
. after a few minutes shes like you got a place we can go back to and you know.

She used to punch me too I think that's what threw me off. The class was over and we didn't even talk after that...just seen her around school and never said more then hi.
...just call and talk to her...talk to her"
".
"What's her name nikka?"
im in tears


okay, I'll call you tomorrow?

