Hop Stuff by Shaw Hart

When we were twelve years old, Clover Pendleton and I made a pact. If we were both single by the time we turned twenty-five, then we would marry each other. When she first brought up the pact, I had agreed right away. I was already hopelessly in love with her, and I was sure that she was the only girl for me. I had been positive that we would be married as soon as we turned eighteen, but a little backup plan would never hurt. We were best friends and everything was perfect between us.
Then homecoming night happened, and I lost her. It was a misunderstanding, but she’s refused to talk to me or have anything to do with me for the last seven years. That stops now.
She’s about to turn twenty-five, and I’m going to collect on our pact. Clover was always meant to be mine, and now I’m going to prove it to her.