It wasn't long before the boys began to hassle you.
You were pretty and sweet and, as far as they knew, single.
They constantly flirted and pushed their ways into your personal space. You were uncomfortable, but polite in your rejection.
One was louder and pushier than most, though everyone recognized he didn't mean to be.
One day he went on and on about you. How you were definitely going to marry him.
I was frustrated by his noise and disruption, trying to focus on setting up a projector.
Finally, I snapped out:
"I have a better chance with her than you do!"
He fell silent, shocked by my insult. The rest laughed, unused to my bite.
I told you about it and you giggled.