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Indecent Proposal.
Prologue.
That’s it. I’ve made up my mind. I’m walking towards him, ready to ask him once and for all the dreaded question and I won’t take no for an answer. I’ve promised myself that this time I’d stay strong ´till the end. No crying, no sir.
I’m shortening the distance between us. I can hear the leavesbreak beneath my feet as I walk across the school yard with heavy footsteps. It’s almost winter and it’s freaking cold. I don’t know how he stands sitting in the grass wearing nothing overthe thin shirt of the uniform, but, damn, he looks good….
I’ve been planning to ask him since the beginning of the school year, when I met him. Well, actually, I didn’t properly meet him…I saw him. I’ve been watching him since then and eventually I decided that he’d be the one.
Ok, that just sounded girly. Let me tell you that I’m not in love with him or anything. I don’t even know him and my request…it’s not necessarily related with love.
I’ve waited until he was all alone and that only happens when he plays his guitar. Today he decided to play right next to a big tree facing the football court. His auburn hair matches the foliage of the late fall morning.
I’m getting closer.
That’s it. I can’t go back now. I run a hand through my hair. I’m so fucking nervous! I don’t know if I can stand it if he laughs at me…but that’s why I waited for him to be alone. Watching him all this time, I discovered that he acts totally different when he’s with his friends. With them he never seems to smile the same way he does when he’s like this, playing the guitar, passing time until lunch. I’ve seen him talking to a few other kids, smiling kindly and laughing...he doesn’t laugh like that with those other people.
I’m standing about five feet away from him. I clear my throat and he turns to look at me, interrupting the melody he was practicing. His dark, piercing, blue eyes meet mine. He gives me a curious look and I swallow hard. This is it, I’m ready.
No, I’m not... But I won’t chicken out. I open my mouth and the words slip out easy and clean.
“Would you have sex with me?”