
Looong long ago when i was in high school i had a classmate named Adlin Nor. She was a year older than me, 6ft 2in, body built like a freakin commando, she was a bully and a bimbo that tramples around with little respect for other peoples properties... or other people for that matter. One day, valentine's day came around and to my shock and disbelief (and horror), Adlin gave me a box of chocolate and asked for my phone number. I hesitated at first but when i reached the conclusion that escape would mean my utter demise, I cordially accepted said chocolate and gave her the number to Pizza Hut. With a demonic grin spread acrossed her face signifying a degree of satisfaction, i slithered out of the scene. Luckily that year i graduated from high school and have avoided hanging around Section 2 ever since. That was the first and last box of chocolate i've ever gotten during my teen years.
I did feel a slight sense of guilt for doing what i did but the whole "We tease because we love" thing seemed naff at the time. I'm not entirely sure how punching me in the stomach was suppose to reflect infatuation... but it was still good chocolate though, kinder bueno with peanutbutter filling yum-yum..