It was my junior year of high school. We had chemistry class together. Every time he walked into class to take his seat I could feel my heart smile. He sat two seats away from me. Each time he turned to smile and talk to me, I could feel my heart beat fast. He later found out that I had a crush on him. I had a crush on him for most of the school year (which seemed like forever then!). It was the same process every single day. My heart could barely sustain all the emotions that swirled up upon his presence. He knew I had a huge crush on him and yet he dated two of my (then) close friends (a month or two apart from each other) and rubbed it in my face. This was probably the most prominent memory of rejection I've had. I later got my revenge. I made him feel bad for what he did. It wasn't just rejection but he somewhat humiliated me in high school. I was the nice girl and he took me for granted. I was the one who greeted him to my guy friends (and now they're the best of friends). I was the one who gave him my notes when he missed class. I was the one who helped him on his chemistry equations...it was me, but he decided to rip my heart out of my chest and stomp all over it. The girls he dated broke his heart. A few years after high school he contacted me on Myspace (when it was cool then) and said he was sorry. He saw how well-rounded my life was. He apologized for the way he acted. He even wanted to give me a chance, but I turned him down. Today, I am a successful young woman and I've only got myself to thank. Revenge feels good when it's done right.