A little over a year ago, while I was still in high school, I met the most wonderful girl ever, her name was Shannon. We became great friends pretty quickly because we had so much in common and what not. After a while, I wanted to take it to the next step, but I never knew how to becuase I didn't want to mess up our friendship. Eventually I found out that she was still talking to an old flame who had graduated the year before us, so I figured my chances were slim to none when it came to starting a relationship. Anyways, this guy lived like 10 states away, and prom was coming up so I had asked her as a friend if she'd go to prom with me. If she said no, I would have respected that completely, no pressure. She had told me she'd give me an answer by the end of the week. The day she was going to tell me, a friend of mine had told me that she asked him to go to prom with her so she wouldn't have to go with me. I had thought he was lying, but then again I hadn't told anyone else I asked her, so he had to have heard it from her. He told her he wouldn't do it, and told me I shouldn't ask her about it, but I couldn't help it. I asked her about it that night, just casually, even tho I was upset and I felt betrayed. She never gave me a straight answer. I had never felt so hurt in my life, I really liked her, even though I was just going to go with her to prom as friends, still no one had done me like that ever before. A few months later, after graduation she told me she didn't go with me because she was going to a party where there would have been drinking and smoking, and didn't think I would like to go since I don't do any of that stuff. I accepted the halfassed excuse, and acted like everything was ok. I have just finished up my freshman year of high school, and I told myself I would never let myself fall for anyone like that again. I haven't. Instead, I still think of her when I get too much time on my hands, in hopes that one day we could be together, even after what she did to me.