A Story To Be Told

by is this where i belong

I started this story about 3 years ago. It's about a girl who gets all geared up in curiosity of sexual pleasures and ends up becoming someone she never thought she would be. From boyfriend troubles and dealing with random boys to trying to keep her marks up in school and getting into university, she tries to figure out why she can't stop and how to get back on track with school.

2. First Love

August 19. It was a Thursday which meant my mom had work. As my dad dropped her off, my dad then dropped me at the Y just like regular days. There he was, waiting for me at the top of the stairs. His name was Aj. It was such a baller name. He loved basketball, it was his passion. Well anyway, a thousand emotions came in my head just then when I saw him. I realized the last time we saw each other we were dating. It was a little awkward between us at first but I guess as it went on we became ourselves again. We walked to the bus terminal where we would take the bus down to his house. It takes about fifteen minutes to get to his place, fifteen minutes of dead awkwardness. As we reached his house, I was thinking what would happen. He sat me down in his room and went to get his glass checkered chess set. Summary of the game; he beat me in two moves. I don't think it was my day or I was just too caught up on seeing him. After the game, you can see the tension in the room. None of us knew what to do. We started talking randomly and then it just happened.

He was leaning on my shoulder and it reminded me of old times. I remember he loved being "petted" on the head, so I did so. Randomly, he slaps me and I comeback with "You think you're so slick eh, slapping a girl. Slap me again." He does as he was told. We had this back and forth game going on with him slapping me every time I said slap me and then I said kiss me. Just like that. I don't know why I said it, but I know it wasn't a slip of my tongue. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but I just had a feeling he would kiss me. And he did.. The second he kissed me, I knew I was only hurting myself more. As we pulled away, I asked if we were going to get back together and all I got was, "I'll think about it." Knowing that that would soon become a "no," I headed for the door saying I had to go home. He let me go and asked me for a goodbye kiss. I always gave him goodbye kisses on the exact same spot of his house every day I went there. I said no at first and the stupid puppy dog look made me do it.

Hurt. Broken. I knew it was worth nothing. As I headed home that day, I didn't know what to do other than hope for better days and nothing more.