So in 4th grade, everyone was with someone. Except me, at the time I had just broken up with my perfect little bf. My friends at the time (Aly,Dez and Phoebe) were parading me around the playground, asking the boys if they would date me. They all said no, which I was happy about. But, there was this one kid, Garett, that liked me. Now, Garett is one of the weird kids. He had chucked mulch at me at our first and final "playground date" The girls knew I didn't like him back, but that didn't stop them. "Hey Garett!" Aly called out. Garett ran over, "Yeah?" He asked. I ****ing hate my friends for this but Phoebe called out "GET A LOAD OF THIS!" as she pulled down my pants for all to see. I screamed at the top of my lungs, started crying and ran inside. In that order. Thats why I don't tell my friends about my love life anymore.