Though funnily enough, when she and I started back to school our junior year, she never wore it. Not even once. It's almost like she threw it out because she was so ashamed of the pain it ended up causing me. (Yeah, remember that football player dude she was dating? Well, one day, he jumped me in front of the band hall on my way to the gymnasium for basketball practice. Gave me a black eye and a split lip. That's okay, though. I gave him a bloody nose, a couple broken ribs, and a kick to the balls. When she heard about what happened, she told him to either apologize to me or they were through. So he dumped her.)