I love dodgeball… I think to myself as everyone in my 7th grade class gets together for recess to play in the grassy field on the playground. I run for the ball, I grab it, and I immediately throw it at the biggest guy I can find, I have to show off my own toughness you know. I pick up another ball, and throw it. Another guy picks it up, I try to dodge the guy who then throws it at me next, but a ball hits me from the opposite side and hits me right in the chest, really hard. I cry out, that hit me right in the nipple. It burns so bad that at first I can't breathe. I try to hold a straight face, but I've been tender there ever since I started trying to compress them to look flatter, by tying them with a bandage and got past the bra wearing stage into the huge stage. So much for being tough… I think as I start tearing up, it's awful pain, and I just barely pull myself together enough to look up at TJ and tell him "I-I'm heading to the nurse." Quickly, before I run to the nurse's office so I can keep my reputation, along the way bumping into Ashley A, the other two Ashleys make fun of me, but Ashley A looks almost sympathetic.
I rush as fast as possible, tripping on the way. I get in the door and get onto one of the beds while quickly shutting the curtain, I forget about the door, because I am in so much pain, it doesn't matter. I quickly take off my shirt and my bandage to let my breasts free and start heavy breathing. A few tears run down my face, and I slowly rub them, trying to get the circulation back so that there will be faster healing, less swelling, and they feel better. I keep breathing slowly, slowly getting the pain to slow down. I hear someone rushing in, damning myself for not shutting the door. "Spinelli, are you o-" TJ stops in the middle of that sentence, because before he can finish it, he sees me touching my breasts, and them out of a bandage.
"Woah…" He states, staring at my quite a bit bigger than a normal 12-year-old-girl's jugs. I seemingly remember my senses, because I quickly shove my hands to cover my areolas. I shoved way too fast, and I almost fall over, since the pain hasn't even close to worn off yet. TJ seems to remember our situation and immediately grabs an ice pack and holds it to my breasts, looking away as he does so. At first I'm incredibly embarrassed, then my breasts become numb, helping me to feel a lot better. I give a sigh of relief, the burning is gone… Thank god…. I think as I relax, I'm still embarrassed that this happened, but I can't seem to break the awkward silence we have going.
"You know Spin… I've been wondering what's been going on with you these past few months. You've been acting really secretive. I guess I know now, but, why are you hiding this?" TJ asks me, blushing and looking away. I don't answer immediately and try to think of a plausible answer. I can't just tell him that I'm ashamed to have the biggest bust in our grade or the fact that I know guys will now treat me differently. "I'm not very good at this anatomy stuff." He states, still looking to the side, and letting me grab the ice pack and hold it in place. "I think that this has to hurt though, so maybe you should ask Gretchen about some of this stuff, like, maybe you should wear a bra?" He blushes as he says this, especially since he accidentally looked. "I don't know if they're comfortable or anything, but from what I've seen of my sister, they can't be that bad. They might even protect you from that part of you getting hurt…" He states. I can't say much of anything except "um Teej? Thanks, but, can you shut the door if you're going to stay, or something? Because I really don't want someone else to walk in…" I state, trying to keep my tough girl façade, even after he's found out my two dirty little secrets.
He immediately heads for the door awkwardly, asks "Are you gonna be okay?" I nod, and he leaves. I think about how to possibly contact Gretchen and decide to take TJ's advice, ha, even he knows more about this than I do… I think to myself.