Bluetooth Scouring of Memories

Don’t have time for details on this one.

In middle school, I was in eight grade and he was in seventh grade.  I forget his name, he was a good-looking kid, but he was in seventh grade.  Too young for me.  This boy however, had a crush on me.  He followed me for days.  He purposefully did not pronounce my name correctly.  I corrected him.  He mispronounced it, I corrected him.  Then, he – he thought he was clever – pronounced my name as Cherry.  He started calling me Cherry.  My eyes roll.  Then, he started following me and saying What’s eating you out Cherry?  Which made me mad angry!  I did everything I could to get this boy to stop following me and repeating, What’s eating you out Cherry?!

Until…

I was walking in the gym, he was to my left and behind me when I could not take the torment anymore.  I grabbed his arm, flew him over my back flipping him so that he landed on the floor to my right.

Breathe.

He was fine.  I did it so well and without thinking, he was unharmed.  Not a scratch.

I scared myself.

Because I was good.  What eight-grader flips a boy in the air without any training?

That was scary good.