My mother enrolled me in St. Peter's Christian School, saying I didn't need friends - she was enough. I ignored her.
As I searched for my classroom, a soft, cold hand grasped mine. I turned to face a boy who made hearts skip beats.
"Did you think I'm asking you out?" he said with a hint of sarcasm.
I retorted, "Guys usually fight to hear me talk... And look you are here holding my hand.... What an unpleasant being