"The day I first met you Now here we are, so close Don't wanna break your heart So let me give your heart a break
You told me you'd never fall in love
But now that I get you
I know fear is what it really was
Yet so far, haven't I passed the test?
When will you realize
Baby, I'm not like the rest
I wanna give your heart a break
I know you're scared it's wrong
Like you might make a mistake
There's just one life to live
And there's no time to wait, to waste
Give your heart a break
Let me give your heart a break
Your heart a break"
I had met him when he arrived as a new student at my high school. He had been quiet at first; he looked the least bit interested in American History. Ms. Gomez had sat him in the empty desk on my left. I quickly introduced myself and handed out my hand, I must've acted like such an annoying bubbly girl. That just wasn't me, but I mean, I just had to introduce myself. He slowly brought his hand to mine and shook it, "Jeremy." So that was his name, I slowly turned to the board as Ms. Gomez cut in asking if we wanted to share with the class.
Slowly over the course of a couple of weeks, I had learned that he was supposed to be in Denver with family friends thanks to his sister kicking him out of their house, but he had decided to take off and live here in Los Angeles. He had told me how he had lost his parents in a car crash and how his aunt had been murdered by some psycho. I had started to feel really bad for him. I had asked him about girlfriends and such to which he had replied that two had died one of an overdose and one mysteriously, and one was back home, his sister's best friend. He told me he had had too much heartbreak and didn't need a girl in his life. I understood completely.
Apparently we shared a common interest, the supernatural. We bonded over that. Soon I discovered his interest in vampires, werewolves, witches, and such. I was also interested in that. We just became closer and closer. In a month's time, we had turned into best friends, sharing similar interests and similar troubled backgrounds. He let it slip one day about the truth, where he comes from, Mystic Falls. Being curious I made him tell me everything, which he did. I had wondered why he always wore that ring; I just always assumed it was his dad's.
Soon enough he had let me in, he had finally understood, all I wanted to do was Give His Heart a Break.