Seventh grade. When school started back, we didn't have any classes together. Within weeks of school starting he switched to choir, and we began to talk every day. In the morning I would get to choir early just to see him. We were growing close, almost inseparable. Of course that all changed when he started dating my best friend. My best friend knew how I felt about him, but did she care? No she didn't even care about him. By the end of the week she had already dumped him, he was a wreck. She of course expected me to stop talking to him, but she made me choose and I chose him.