Tony Wood moved in on a Sunday at the beginning of the summer. His brown hair was average enough, but I still thought of him as handsome with his teal skin and ice-blue eyes.

The first day he arrived, I couldn't help thinking about him as I went to the cemetery and picked a death flower. Or when I went over to the elixir shop.

I wanted to be happy with him like my parents were together.

I waited for him to come home from taking a few classes and getting a new job. I just sorta swam around impatiently in my family's backyard pool.

A couple hours later, he showed up, and I asked him to go to the art gallery downtown. Just the two of us.

"Hey, Tony, you're, uh, I'll bet you look better than that painting of those apples over there. Bigger, too," I said. Worst. Pickup. Line. Ever. But somehow it worked.

We got to flirting a while. I got him laughing hard a few times. I started to get the feeling that he was starting to like me.

As much as I wanted him to, I honestly didn't expect him to say "I love you" as quickly as he did. My heart skipped a beat. And then I kissed him. It was my first kiss. My heart raced as he started to make out with me. I heard him moan quietly as I felt a hardness between his legs.

Then I sat down on a bench in the hallway with him. After we both took our clothes off.

I cuddled up to him like that, completely naked, and started stroking his hard, thick penis. He reached over and groping my boobs. Yes, I was losing my virginity in public, but it was a relief that my parents couldn't see me then.

This is wrong, I thought, a grown man and a girl in high school, but it feels so good…

Then I knelt down, played with his balls a bit, then started giving him a blow job. After a while, climbed onto his lap and started riding him. It felt so much better than I thought, my chest bouncing, Tony's strong hands guiding my hips as I felt his hard dick inside of me, over and over and over.

I screamed with pleasure as he came inside of me, hitting things just right. I swear, it felt so good that I about passed out. We sat there on the bench, cuddling and kissing a bit before we got up.

I wanted more. I kissed him as passionately as I could. I don't know how long we kept going. It felt like hours. It probably was hours. A crowd of people visiting the gallery started gathering to watch us, clearly enjoying what we were doing.

Then the sun came up. We didn't notice it it was Monday already. We'd been going all night. Tony ran off to work. I ran into the bathroom and threw up before getting the bus to school.

Wouldn't you know it, Tony was my new chemistry teacher. It was weird, the whole class period, pretending I hadn't just spent the whole night having sex with him. In public.

My dad got off work at city hall a couple hours after I got home from school, and my mom was at her dinner shift at a local restaurant. I sat there, doing homework, as if nothing happened.

When I was done, I called Tony into the office. I told him I wanted to be his girlfriend.

"I have a better idea," he told me. He got down on one knee, asking, "Laurel, will you marry me?"

Things were moving ridiculously fast between us, but I still said yes.

We started having sex on the desk in there, fully intending to go all night again, hoping my parents wouldn't catch us. But then I felt a bit of movement in my belly before noticing it had started to grow.

"Tony, I'm pregnant. I'm having your baby…"

He felt what little baby bump I had at that point, talking to it before trying to listen for the baby's movement.

I started wondering when my parents would notice me getting bigger and start asking about the father.