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       It was a week left of tenth grade. I had my driver's test again tomorrow. I had already failed it once, so I was hoping this time would be better. Walking down the hallway, it seemed like I knew everyone. But I didn't. Freshman were coming up out of nowhere and giving me hugs. Telling me I was their hero. Odd. Some senior girls came up to me giving me advice on guys. Like I needed it. The only guy I could think about was him. Chase Wilson.
       It all started about two years ago. The summer before freshman year, and it was filled with plans to hang out with friends. Kicking back by the pool, road trips to the beach, shopping sprees and sleepovers. I was packed. Until my dad came to my house when I was out at the pool. He had a chat with my mom and step-dad. Yeah, my parents are divorced and my mom got remarried, giving me the gift of two siblings from my step-dad's side of the family. Well anyway, all three of these adults are on freakishly good terms. I never asked why, I was grateful I didn't have to deal with the yelling and fighting.
       My dad had just quit his job and he needed a little vacation, and he thought I wanted one too. So he was bringing me to Mt. Holly, Arkansas for the whole summer. Obviously, I was pretty mad I didn't get a say in this. So I packed my suitcases in silence. Except for the radio blaring across the room.
       When we got on the plane, I promised myself I would make up for this situation by finding myself a boyfriend. And that was exactly what I did.
       This is where Chase comes into the picture. For the whole summer, I pretty much stayed at one house while my dad went around all of South Arkansas. I stayed with my aunt, uncle, and their two kids who are pretty much my age. Their was Becky, she was only five months younger than me, but she's a grade behind. And there's Mack. He's about a year older than me, and a grade ahead. We all hung out the whole time.
       And Chase came into the picture the very first Sunday, when I met him in Sunday School. Then he sat by me in the actual church service and teased me about my northern accent. When we came home Becky told me right away he was into me. An hour later, he took me riding on his four wheeler. The next day, he kissed me in the woods connecting his backyard to my cousins'. The whole summer was a dream.
       Even the ending was unexpected. It was the day I had to leave and come back home. My birthday happened to be in two days. He pulled me into a hug to say goodbye, and whispered, "Happy birthday Chelsea." I had only told a few people when my birthday was, and he remembered. I held him tighter, and the grasp he kept on me felt like he would never let go. And I didn't want him to. I didn't want to come here at the beginning of the summer, and then I met him. Now I didn't want to leave.
       Right before he finally let go, he moved his mouth over to my ear and whispered, "Promise me something?"
       "Anything," I whispered back.
       "This may sound selfish, but promise me I'll be the only one. That you won't go and get a boyfriend as soon as you get home."
       "I promise. You'll always be the one."
       With that, he kissed my forehead, and I came back home.