I was a sophomore in high school, and it was my very first year of public school (I had been home schooled up until then).
Now, coming into public school from being home schooled was scary. I didn't know anything about current (or even past) pop-culture. Ask me about any popular artist, movie, tv show, etc of that time and I would have no idea what anyone meant. I didn't grow up very socialized (I have strict, Christian parents) so I really didn't know "how to person."
I joined the marching band that year to try and fit in, and also because I already knew how to play a few instruments and music was a big passion of mine.
Luckily for me, some friends from my church's youth group were in band and so I stuck with them and their group of friends (I was a terrified, non-social outcast, so bless them for taking me under their wings). I met my then-boyfriend, let's call him Saul, in that group.
He was a little chubby (which I thought was so cute! He's actually lost a lot of weight since then and I actually prefer him with some meat on his bones... but anyway), but he was extremely smart, courteous, polite, genuine, and very hilarious. Still, to this day, I am really into corny jokes, dad puns, shitty Reddit meme humor, etc, and that's the type of humor he had at the time. We clicked, obviously.
That group of friends always got together every weekend at one of the group member's houses just to hang out, play some DnD or video games, and just have fun. Saul and I got to know each other a bit better during these hangouts, but it was pretty easy to get to know each other in band since we had after-school practice 3 times a week, football games on Fridays during fall season, basketball games on Tuesdays and Fridays during winter season, band camp and band shows in the Summer, etc.
He asked me out a few months later and I said yes. Honestly, I didn't know how to be in a relationship or even what being girlfriend/boyfriend meant. I mean, it was sophomore year and we were 15 years old, and I was home schooled for so long that I had no clue about anything. Since I didn't know that being "together" meant being a couple, he initiated the change slowly by holding my hand, putting his arm around me when we sat down at lunch, texting me good night and good morning, etc. Cute innocent high school things.
Then about a month or two after the relationship started, he brought me home to meet his parents and sister over dinner and a game night. They were, and still are, a very great, close, friendly, funny family. A very American-Dream type lot. I enjoyed his family's company just as much as I enjoyed his. After eating dinner at the table together as a family, and playing a game of Monopoly (that I actually enjoyed! Seriously, this family was/is the best), Saul and I went down to his hangout room in the basement and then taught me (yes... taught me) how to make out and then we made out for about an hour.
Since that day, any time I would come over to his house, I would genuinely want to spend time with him and his family but all he would do is just take me down into the basement to make out with me. This went out for months. Surprisingly, he never made a pass at second base. It was just purely make out sessions for a long time.
After a while, I broke it off because he was just so caught up in the make outs that he didn't want to have funny/intelligent/"real" conversations with me anymore. He didn't even want us to hang out with our group of friends anymore. He just wanted to make out in his basement during all of our free time away from school and extra-curriculars.
A few months later he had come around and apologized to me and asked if we could start over. I said yes. He still was very genuine, texting me or IMing me (on AIM... the old days) to see how I was. He really did listen to me intently, and care about me and my feelings and interests. It was so great...
But then, he started hanging out with his guy friends more and more, while ignoring me, and they pressured him to try and have sex with me. We were 16. Obviously, I said no. I was heavily Christian at the time so I didn't want to be "deflowered". We broke it off again, mutually, but remained great friends for a while and still talked/IM'ed/texted...
Until I found out that he actually was cheating on me during our second relationship with someone who would have sex with him. Yes, my very first relationship ended with me being cheated on.
That was 6 years ago. I don't keep in contact with him (which stinks, because his family is so great and I wish they could still be in my life), but I do know that he's still with that girl. They seem very in love and in tune with each other, so I'm happy that he found someone that clicks with him on a personal and sexual level.
I moved on quickly, and within that next year I met my current husband during junior year of high school at 17. There were no breaks, no temporary split-ups, just mutual understanding and attraction! We have been together for 5 years now and married for just under a year now. :)