In 8th grade I just moved to a new city. Luckily met a pretty cool and diverse group of friends. I had unrequited crush on one of my guy friends to which my eventual boyfriend (Patrick) told me to get over it- he'll never like you (Patrick was correct, the crush came out of the closet after we graduated high school). Patrick basically said what about me- someone who already likes you. I soon turned my attention to him and we started "going out."
We talked on the phone everyday. We hung out at lunch. We were best friends (thus starting the trend of me dating my male friends). It was pretty sweet and innocent. He was the first white guy I dated.
Our first kiss happened in the park. We had been dating several months but had not kissed yet. The whole gang was hanging out and our best friend (at the time- Rachel) asked us if we kissed yet. We were embarrassed to admit we hadn't. Our friends basically coerced us into kissing in front of them. Under the wooden playground we finally kissed in front of 5 our friends. It awkward and really innocent. It did open the flood gates. After that we couldn't stop kissing. At some point we broke off from the group to make out in the park.
We dated for 9 months. He broke up with me in ninth grade during lunch because Rachel told him to. Rachel and I were not speaking to each other because of some stupid fight. She said I couldn't be part of the group anymore so he did what he had to do to stay in the group. I was devastated. He was my first love and first heartbreak.
PS. I don't remember my actual first kiss. It was before Patrick and I started going out but I really don't remember it...