Blog Bash Challenge #3 Rekindle-The High School Years

I'm somewhat late to the link-up and I apologize. I had other stuff going on. :)I am participating in Brittany's challenge #3 Rekindle--> Or what I like to call the High School Years.
*sigh*
The high school years. Such sweet memories for me. NOT! I liked high school okay and all, but my high school was FULL of rich kids. And I never fell in that category at all. I still don't fall into the rich category.  But there was a high school experience I will never forget. Oft times I wish I could go back and change what I actually did, but it is too late now. 
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent* 
Senior year  I liked Scott from day one. He sat behind be for the l-o-n-g-e-s-t time. He had long legs and he always used to spread his legs out so it always felt like he was closer to me, (since I was sitting in front of him.) He almost always wore a jean jacket to school. He had a gorgeous smile. Scott had brown hair and bright blue eyes and he could always make me laugh.  What Scott did NOT know is that I wrote love poems to him all through my creative writing class. I wrote a poem all about him entitled: "Because i love you" talking about how i am the only girl who understands him and he has to come to me, because our love is like a burning fire, and how I could extinguish it for him...yada yada...He was a junior. But I didn't care. I was in love with him.  He never did reciprocate my feelings for him though. His best friend Jake did. He liked me. A lot. Mucho.  Jake worked at the Little Caesar's pizza where I lived. My mom would order pizza on the weekend from the place Jake worked. I'd usually pick up the pizza.
INTERJECTION: I liked Jake as a friend. I was too chicken to take a plunge towards his direction because A-:I liked Scott and B: he was kinda a dork in high school. He was the odd ball out. I didn't want people talking about us. I didn't want to be a dork.
Back to the story.  When I picked up the pizza from his store, I always allowed him to flirt with me. And I in turn would flirt with him. His nickname for me was "Beautiful." This guy, Jake, and I would have 2-3 hour conversations about life and love and how beautiful I was. He got me through a bad break-up. He was always there for me. In a way, I guess you could call Jake, my Jacob. (You know from Twilight.)
I wish I could go back. I wish I would have kissed Jake l-o-n-g and hard. I would date him. I would allow him to take me to Senior prom in front of all the snobs that went to my high school.  And I wouldn't care what they thought. Because I was in love. What happen to Scott? Oh who knows? I don't even care anymore. I would like to know where Jake is now. Because he gave me the confidence I needed for college. The "sexy" confidence every woman should have. Thanks Jake. I will never forget you.
That's my high school memory, Brittany.Thanks for taking me back.