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Isn't the musician supposed to be the aggressive one? Not in this relationship. I wanted him. He wanted me. I never thought I would be the one leading the charge, but if I waited for Drum to try to hit a homerun, I'd be graduating college not high school.

In one day, I changed the course of my senior year, my whole life. The more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.

He's new. He's different. His dad is a Marine. He's a drummer. Yes, he is also in the marching band. No, I didn't care, and neither did my competition. It wasn't like I was the only one who noticed him, and jealousy was a real situation I had to learn to deal with.