Polo, by Ralph Lauren

I remember the first time I saw her.

Ms. Williams’ biology, last period of the day. I had anxiously looked around in each of my classes earlier on this first day of high school-destined to find love. Needless to say, I was most frantic at the start of 7th period, it was now-or never.

The previous periods were filled with girls I already knew (fuck that!) or I couldn’t catch a glimpse of their faces sitting in the back of the room. Passing times were battle regroupings, huddled moments with the boys to both brag, and draw up new plays. This was high school, and the…