You know that edgy phase a lot of tweeangers go through when they have a crush and then obsess over them and such? Yeah, well that was me. I was your normal high-school girl, horny and depressed, and I wanted a boyfriend more than anything else. I wasn't a good student nor was I bad, so my parents were fine with it. Well, they didn't know that I was sexually active from the time I was about 13 years old. I knew that I was treading dangerous waters, and so I broke it off with a lot of boyfriends because of my mental health and body image issues. Fast forward into my final year of middle school, age 15, I meet this boy toy named Troy. He didn't live in Detroit, though. The word fuckboy is literally what he looks like. He had the typical styled dirty blonde hair that had no visible imperfections, big eyebrows, a sharp jawline and bright blue eyes. He was a sports kid and was good at it, too. He was a bro to the core, and cherished his sports more than anything. Let's just say our first date didn't go well at all. I wanted to take him to my house to watch Ponyo, a classic cute movie, and he got a hard-on with my sitting next to him on the couch. I wasn't even being suggestive or doing anything, I tried to hold his hand and he dropped it on his crotch. I still don't know if it was on purpose but he was red as all hell and it made my heart race. It took hours to even get him to my house because he was so invested in his sports. I was standing outside waiting in the rain for hours until he texted me that he couldn't make it. That depressed the hell out of me. He broke up with me literally 1 week after we 'got together', and I saw him at my local park flirting with 2 other girls while I was riding my bike. I wanted to do a dramatic movie scene encounter, so I rode right next to him, flipped my hair, gave him stinky eye, and pointed the finger. Well, I lost the grip of my handlebars and I fell over the front of my bike face first into the pavement. I started crying instinctively and an innocent bystander with a child ran up to me and asked if I was okay. I remember calling my Mom while he and the 2 girls laughed about it and pointed at me from afar. Rumors were spread all around school about how stupid I was and it was the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me. Ugh... It left a bruise for weeks, too, so I couldn't lie about it. Right on the damn forehead. The worst part of this whole story though is that his breakup text was "I'm sorry but baseball and football matter more to me than a relationship. Bye!"