It happened my junior year, about two years ago to
date, at Highland High School. I was in gym class playing basketball with some
of my friends. Before long, we grabbed the attention of nearly the entire class
who then joined us. It was fun and a good time, as always. My crush was on the opposing
team, Chris. I liked him, he just didn’t know it yet, and I did everything I
could to get him to notice me. He was among the first guys to talk to me,
mostly “how is your day?” or the like, so it felt good to be noticed. No matter
how shy I was (and I was VERY shy, he would always ask me, every day, even if
he didn’t always get an answer. Sometimes he would just get a smile or a nod).
In class, he always cared about what I had to say, even if I wasn’t talking to
him directly.
Well about ten minutes into the game, I decided to throw myself
out there a little more and get the basketball from my opponents. As normal,
someone had the ball and I went to steal it. However, as I was running towards
him, he moved at the last minute, revealing Chris who I hadn’t noticed standing
behind him. It was too late! I couldn’t stop in time and ended up slamming
myself into him. Chris is significantly bigger than I am, and didn’t move
whereas I on the other hand, bounced back 5 feet where I twisted my ankle, and
if that wasn’t bad enough, another classmate stepped on it, breaking my foot. Everyone
was laughing at me, thinking I was okay. It wasn’t until Chris noticed that I
wouldn’t move that anyone realized I was hurt.
The teams were getting ready to
start again when Chris approached me asking “are you okay?” I just looked at
him and said “mentally, yes. Physically, I don’t think so.” He then picked me
up to take me to the office, where the gym teacher, Ms. Heimlich, stopped us. “Let
her walk, she’s okay,” she said so Chris put me down which resulted in me
falling immediately. Chris said “it’s okay, I got her” and proceeded to carry
me to the office where I waited for my mom to get me. I was in a lot of pain,
and tried so hard not to cry, I didn’t want Chris to feel bad. He saw that I
was hurting and smiled at me saying “at least we know you can take a hit. Any
other girl would be bawling right now,” which brought a smile to my face. And
this is the story I tell people when they ask me how my boyfriend and I met, because
this was the first time Chris and I actually had a conversation. This is also the story I tell people when I
tell them no to a game of basketball.
I thought this was a very funny story. I also like how you gave a good amount of backstory to Chris. I also like how even though you got hurt, it still had a happy ending.
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