It Started When I Was 11.
He was an ISS teacher at my middle school. I got ISS a LOT. (I wasn't the easiest kid to deal with, still ain't.) It was in 7th grade when I actually started "flirting" with him. He was so adorable. Late-20s, early-30s. Black hair, good hugger, ;]. In seventh, I would be in ISS every other week for like, 2 weeks straight. He started flirting back.
In eighth grade, he wasn't an ISS teacher anymore, he was sixth grade AIS math/reading teacher or something in that neck of the woods. But I still saw him constantly, and I began to fall in love. He was a detention teacher too, and damn, did detention love me. I saw him about 5-6x a day, and I would ALWAYS give him a hug. I overheard him talking about me with his teacher-friends, who all knew me well and favored me as a student, as far as I'm concerned. He even talked about my chest a couple times (Full C).
He 'joked' about it, but he even invited a friend and I to his house. Of course, we took as a joke.
I fell deeply in love with him. I began to have fantasies about him, and begged him to getta job at my high school b/c thats where I was moving up to the next year. He couldn't. :,[.
Its now 1 and 1/2 later and I'm going into 10th grade. I still think about him A LOT.