I walk into my family and consumer science (FACS) class as a seventh grader. My teacher, Mrs. Milner. She assigns us our seats for the whole year. I get the last seat in the second row, since I'm so tall and putting me in the front row is asking to be tripped. Then a boy, crazy as it seems, walks into the classroom late. But he's taller than me. His mustache is growed in just a little so you can see it. His hair going in every direction, brown and long. Not pony-tail long, but pass the top if his ears.
He was wearing a gray hoodie with a skull on the front. He walked toward the back of the room, taking the empty eat next to me. Saying hi to his buddy I guessed, Brandon. Brandon is so short compared to him, he could be considered a dwarf or an elf. Then he turns his head toward the front of the class, not paying any mind to the blonde next to him. I say "Hey" and introduce myself. We get to talking and I learn more about him. He's funny, fourteen, claims he's not smart, and is a joker but is kinda like a bad boy sweet and caring.
We share interests and became friends. We start working as partners for class worksheets, hanging out after school and just wandering the halls. We got to know each others secrets, but I kept one from him. We'd back talk teachers, give each other answers, and whisper. Pass notes, hanging out as friends etc. Once a year the wrestlers selled chocolate so the team could raise money. There was a variety of flavors. Caramel, Mint Chocolate Chip, Dark Chocolate, Plain, Rice Crispie and Oreo.
My all time favorite is the Caramel. But I always forgot money, so I never bought one. One day, he walked in late again giving Mrs. Milner a fake excuse. She'd handed him the worksheet, and he turned around the corner around the cabinets and sat down at the wooden table hidden behind it. The table up against the wall. I sat at one end of the table always with my back against the back of the cabinets. He sat next to me, the chair on the one long-sided end and the chair too small for him.
Then a chair was skipped to his right and Brandon sat at the other end of the table directly across from me. He was smiling and took a Caramel chocolate bar out of his jacket pocket. I gave a big grin and asked for a piece. He took off the golden foil and you saw the chocolate had 4 parts. He broke one off and handed the deliciousness to me, the caramel oozing out. I wiped it with my finger and licked the sweetness. I thanked him, taking a bite of the chocolate.
I felt like I was in heaven, forgetting there was a 'No Eating In Class' rule. But Mrs. Milners' desk was on the other side of the room around the cabinets, out of her sight. It was bad, but fun to be a rebel around him. I handed him my worksheet so he would'nt fail this class. He continued talking, eating chocolate, and copying my answers. I laughed at his story of how he lost his shoe due to the mud, walking to school.
Mrs. Milner called for everyone to hand in our sheets at the end of class, two minutes before the bell would ring. Behind his back, he handed me the last square of chocolate, wrapped up in the gold foil. I mouthed "thank you" and walked to my next class.
But I ended up never eating that chocolate, but he wrapped the gold foil as a heart, gave it to me, and I saved it forever.