Here I am, another girl who let some guy get away with excuse after excuse. There are thousands just like me who have been or are in the same situation. I knew that it was wrong, but the part of me that still somehow loved him thought that he loved me. I mean I really wouldn't have stayed with him if I didn't believe that he did. But now that I'm older I know that I didn't deserve what happened to me when I was thirteen.

(Flashback)

I'm playing basketball outside, on the neighbors' goal, wearing short shorts and a swim suit top. A strange feeling that someone is watching me; turning around I find that this boy is staring at me. I just ignore him since he doesn't look dangerous, come on he's my age what could he do to me?

A few minutes went by when I feel someone touch me; I nearly jump out of my skin and turn quickly to find it's the boy from earlier.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you." He spoke sweetly.

"Oh, it's alright." I said.

"I was wondering if I could play with you."

How does he speak with so much courage? I asked myself.

"Oh well sure," I said while throwing him the ball, watching intensively as he shot it and made it.

"So what's your name?" He asked passing me the ball. "Mine's Jacob."

I start to dribble. "I'm Bella, short for Isabella," I say bringing my hand up to shake his.

He complied and said, "Nice to meet you." He continued to watch me as I stepped away to shoot the ball.

As I was about to shoot the ball I got distracted. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him taking off his shirt. He caught me looking and started smiling. I focused back on the task at hand and shot the ball. I missed. "Damn it" I muttered to myself, or so I thought.

"Excuse me?" he questioned picking up the ball.

"I'm sorry just talking to myself." I said embarrassed a little bit.

"Oh okay, so you live around here?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said pointing to my window, and then I turned towards him. "How about you?"

He hesitates with a shocked and a pleased look on his face. "You live right in front of me." He said laughing a little.

"Wow, that's weird." I spoke softly, a little happy.

We played for another hour or two before we stopped. We're both tired and thirsty. He looks at me "hey you want something to drink?" he asked.

"Umm" what should I say? I don't know this kid except for what he told me during our game of 100 questions, maybe I should just thank him and go home. But my mouth doesn't want to. "Yeah, what you got?" I said.

"You want to come see?" he asked.

Really? He doesn't even for real know me. Maybe he wants too.

I nod and follow him, well here we go. I notice there aint many cars in the parking lot, are we about to be alone? Well what could possibly happen. I thought.

We walk in and he motions me to the couch for me to sit. "Sit and relax." So I sat down. "So what would you like? We got big red." He said.

"That's fine." I said looking around the room. It was a tarnished white, there's a really small TV on a small nightstand looking thing, and two bedrooms down the hall.

He brought me big red and sat down next to me. We talked for a while about a bunch of different stuff like what we like to do, favorite colors, and stuff like that. Than I start feeling this connection with him, it's weird because I've never felt it before with anyone else. It's like I was being pulled to him by some higher power. Can he feel that? I asked myself.

He starts moving closer to me until there was like no more space between us; I guess that answers my question. And then I start to think, well dang I really want to kiss him now, somewhere inside of me told me to go ahead and do it already, but I can't because I just meet him today. I stop arguing with my "inner" self when I notice him sitting here staring at me knowing that something's wrong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks softly

"Nothing" I said a little too quickly.

"You sure?" he questioned knowing I'm lying; it's not hard to tell when I am.

"Well I was just thinking…" I spoke but...

"You can tell me anything" he interrupted.

I thought for a second and decided to just act on it instead of telling him. "This" it was all I said before I grab him and then presses my lips to his. I pull away quickly, probably too quickly for his liking.

"What's wrong?" he said.

Huh?

"Nothing, I promise." I reassured him.

"Then why'd you pull away?" he asked.

I started getting the feeling that the spot lights o me, so I took a sip of my big red but it's all gone. I just continued sitting there speechless on the spot.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked. My head shot up and I just stared at him.