Ouch, a short story of puppy love (199 words)

My first girlfriend broke up with me on Valentines day. Her name was Tracy, her surname sounded like Jacks, and the song “Tracy Jacks” by Blur was popular at the time, thankfully she never bulldozed my house! I think I was 15.

Our mutual friend decided she would play matchmaker, but neither her, nor Tracy told me she had just split up with a guy. Her mum thought I was a thug, she loved her ex though, he organised his whole class to beat me up after school one day for 'stealing' Tracy away from him, and I was the thug!? The beating was minor, it just proved to me that he was a coward, he did karate, but he wouldn't take me on by himself.

I was flattered by the attention from Tracy, and she was pretty too! I had saved money from my paper round, and bought her some roses (much cheaper than they are now) Belgian chocolates, and, because I'm a classy guy, a necklace from Argos! I arrived at her house all groomed and ready to go out, she took the gifts and said “Thanks, but my mum won't let me see you anymore!” Ouch.