story again

I remember it all too well. How could I forget that Dean was in an accident? When it happened, it seemed as though the world stopped turning briefly. It was all anyone was talking about. It even made the local news.
It was the project in composition class at the community college that would bring us together in the end. We were told to write about an important person and/or event in our lives. It goes without saying that Dean wrote as much about the accident as he could recall. His therapist told him that he needed to constantly talk about it. By blocking it out, it was only hurting him. I wrote about a guy who I had a big crush on all through school but barely noticed me as anything than a friend.
We were assigned as partners to do peer editing. I revealed a lot about myself in the brief memoir that I wrote. I was afraid that he would be able to put a name with a face in the short part that he read.
"This is really good," he remarked one day, "You know, I do remember you vaguely from school. I am sorry about this guy though. It seems as though he missed out."
I could not help but smile at this point. I could also feel myself blushing.
"Don't go there," I told myself, "It would not work out and he probably has a girlfriend."
I was lost in my own train of thoughts when I heard his voice in the background.
"Want to go out sometime," he asked.
"What," I replied with a startle as I came back into reality.
"What did you think of mine," he replied hastily.
"Oh yeah, sorry. It was good. I did not know a lot about the accident. All I ever heard were rumors. It is brave of you to talk about it."
"Thanks," he said smugly.
I would never have thought of him as a writer. He was the genius type. You know the type that is freakishly good at math and science. The type that was good at everything and constantly surprises everyone. I did not recall him having a lot of friends in school but I think that was because everyone was intimidated by him. No one wanted to have a friend who was so much smarter than them. They all thought of him as a nerd or a geek. I thought of him as amazing and mysterious. I always wanted to know more about him but was too afraid to talk to him. In truth, he intimated me as much as the rest of our classmates.