OK, I have time after all. We started dating shortly after that. I was in 11th grade, she was in 10th. By April, she was hinting at marriage. By early May she was talking seriously about us both dropping out of school and getting married. She started pushing, and when it was clear she wasn't taking no for an answer, I called it quits as nicely as I knew how. Within a few days her friends were calling me and sending notes via mutual friends saying she was suicidal and it was all my fault. My friends helped keep me in a good headspace, but it still sucked. Late July (I think) I hadn't heard anything in a month so I chanced riding by on my motorcycle. When I got there she was walking to a hopped up Mustang with a fierce, redneck looking guy who clearly wanted to know who I was and what I wanted. (I was by now dressing like a hippie and obviously looking for her.) She introduced me as "a friend" and him as her "new husband; we got married last week." "Cool. I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Looks like y'all are going somewhere, so I won't keep you." I rode off.
Never heard from or of her again. I can't recall her last name. Her family was impoverished, she was expected to take care of her several younger siblings and the house, and her parents were miserable and shared it. I felt bad for her but wasn't about to drop out of school to get married. She found her ticket out and I was history, and that's OK. I hope her life improved and she found happiness. I have to admit, the obvious jealousy and anger on her new husband's face didn't impress me. 8^(