Andrew, who was 14 when I was 13. I was visiting the high school I would later go to, and sat across from him in his English class. When he needed a sheet of paper and I gave him one of mine, he looked at me and said, "Julia, you are a goddess." ::sighs:: The next year when I came to the school I recognized him and spent every Spanish class for the next two years trying not to stare at him.
He was the perfect geek: wore socks with flip-flops, rarely brushed his hair, played chess like a genius. I was always terrified to tell him how crazy I was about him. The funniest part was how he'd joke to me about how it was easier for a donkey to pass through the eye of a needle than for him to get a date.