This meanie was *extra* in the worst way
I was in the eighth grade when I had my very first crush on the cutie in chem class. I decided to be brave and tell him that I liked him. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I caught up with him and said matter-of-factly, "I like you." His eyes were glimmering and my heart was swooning. Then—within a split second—he shattered my dreams. He replied, "Oh, I'm not really suprised. Most people do." He laughed and walked away. That was the last time I spoke to him all year.