Cally Cooper

We couldn’t be more different. I remember the first day we met we had an argument. It had something to do with smoking. I had walked into her smoking in the bathroom a little after school. She ended up stopping after I had told her to repeatedly, but only after she burned it out on my left arm.

The next day her whole schedule switched. I now had her in every class. I remember going home that day and complaining about her to my little sister. Claire, of course, couldn’t care less about my insistent complaining, but she always nodded along.

Then we went on our first date in college. God, that was weird as hell. I remember thinking she was insane, especially after she offered me a cigarette. I still agreed to a second one though. And a third. Fourth, Fifth, and so on. If you had told me that I would be dating Cally Cooper back in high school I would’ve flipped you off.

But now the only question I can get off my tongue is why’d it have to be her.

(Sorry I changed it a bit. Why’d it have to be her just sounded better than why’d it have to be you for this story, in my opinion. Sorry again!)