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My bad boy was Torrick. We met when we were in junior high. I was in the 7th and an all-around "good girl"; I made the honor roll every quarter and all the teachers loved me. Torrick, however was in the 8th and had been held back a couple of times. He had this breezy disregard for rules and played on the football team. He was also 15 and was like 6'3" and weighed about 250 pounds. I was 12, 4'10" at the time and maybe weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. I hated him (he picked on me all the time for my height and my smarts) and tried to stay away from as much as possible, but we were always thrown together for school programs and our parents were always late picking us up from school, so that gave us lots of time to get to know one another. I saw that he wasn't this thug that everyone made him out to be and I was in luv. Not love, luv. Where you completely lose your mind. My parents didn't like him and forbade me from seeing him or talking on the phone to him. Seeing him was kinda hard b/c he graduated from 8th grade and went on to high school. Talking on the phone was easy because he would call when my folks weren't at home. We would send love letters to each other through our friends at both schools. Then I graduated from 8th grade and came over to the high school and it was bliss, or so I thought. We broke up maybe two weeks after I came to the 9th grade b/c I wasn't ready to have sex yet and he went after this girl who I thought was my friend. We got back together and then broke up again and this pattern continued until about 1998, 1999 when I left him for the LAST time and married someone worse than Torrick will EVER be. During the 11 years that I was involved with him, I dated some decent guys, but I would keep running back to him. I even had a baby by another guy, but I kept going back and at times he was a better father than my son's real father. Torrick's problem was committment. He could not or more like WOULD not stay with one woman. I had to leave my hometown and marry someone else to get away from him. Oprah and Dr. Phil would have loved to have me on the show about toxic relationships. After my divorce, he did try to contact me, but I was not having it. I started to spend time with myself and then started dating really good men. Thugs needed not apply. I just married one of the good guys and I'm happy with myself. My sister sees him from time to time at her job and he's always asking her about me and she refuses to tell him anything. I have a good laugh when I tell my hubby about how silly I was over some guy and I almost feel embarrased when I think about how much time and energy I wasted with him. But, I intend to make some $$ with this; I'm writing a book about it!! Personally, I think it shoud be a Lifetime Movie and called "Foolish Heart". Sorry this was so long, but I had to share my bad boy story!!