Jan’s First Love
(Jan and Jeffrey: The Back Story)
JAN: In tenth grade, my first year of high school, I sat behind Jeffrey Quackenbush in English. I couldn’t help looking at him—he was right there in front of me.
One day I was looking at the back of his head—and noticing how tanned his neck still was from hanging out at the beach all summer … and noticing how broad his shoulders were under that loose T-shirt he was wearing—and I had the strongest urge to reach out and touch him.
I thought it was weird, that urge. Why would I think of doing something like that? I didn’t even know him. We were in the same class, but we had come to high school from different middle schools. He’d never said anything to me. I’d never said anything to him. So why would I suddenly want to put my hand on him?
Well, of course, you know why, but I didn’t. I was only fifteen years old. To read more, sign up below.