2 days later
I am sitting in class, nervously tapping my fingers on the desk. I stare at the blank piece of paper in front of me, but still I cannot find words to fill the pages.
'Stupid assignment,' I think to myself. "I want you to write about your first love," the teacher instructed. I have never been in love, so how I can write about it. I guess I had those puppy dog crushes a few years back, but those do not count.
"Hey," a voice whispers next to my ear.
Being very unaware that anyone was even near me I screamed and my pen went flying in the air somewhere.
Mario jumped back slightly and threw his hands in the air. "I didn't touch her," he automatically started saying, as if I was yelling rape.
"Well then just have a seat," the teacher instructed. "The assignment is on the board; maybe you can do that quietly." She looked directly at me and I immediately ducked my head down in embarrassment.
I was not surprised to see that Mario did not sit by me on this particular day. 'Who can blame him,' I thought to myself. I was probably the worst kisser in the world, so no wonder he wanted to sit by that pretty blonde at the front of the class.
By the end of class, my paper was still blank and I had not one excuse except for him. He was the idiot who kept invading my thoughts constantly over the last couple of days. He was the idiot who I kissed without thinking. He was the idiot who lied to me and said he did not like those other girls in class. He was the idiot that I thought was the hottest person in the world.
I watched Mario for a moment while the other people around me packed up and left the classroom. He walked with the girl to the door, kissed her cheek, and then she left. I almost think I saw a tear in her eye.
'What did he do to make her cry,' I wondered. "God my life sucks," I whispered picking up bags and shoving my notebook into one of them. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder, I turned around slowly.
"Hey, what's up," Mario asked with a casual smile.
"Nothing," I whispered.
"When's your next class," he asked.
"In about an hour. Why?"
"Well," he said pausing. He casually stuck his hands in his pockets. "I was wondering if maybe you might like to hang out in the basement again. My friends are going to be down there and I thought…"
"Won't your girlfriend get mad," I interjected, slowly I looked up at him.
"Oh," he said pausing. He turned and looked at the door and then looked back at me. "You think I was dating Caroline."
"Well," I said looking down again. "I just figured…"
"I went out with her once, but…"
"Not your type," I asked, as if I was reading his mind.
"Yeah," he said surprised. "So do you want to go or not," he asked with a frown.
"Your friends may not like me," I added as we made our way to the door.
"Of course they will," he said with a smile as he held open the door and I stepped through it.
Just as he said, his friends were all piled into the basement. I did not recognize any of them, but then it was a pretty big campus. He introduced me to all of them, and they seemed to accept me, but I still felt uncomfortable.
There was one girl named, Rowena, who seemed fairly nice. She was the only girl besides me in a group of about five or six guys. She seemed a little on the preppy side, but then again she never told me that for sure.
I was sitting on the couch with my hands in my lap, and nervously I played with my fingernails. The people around me talked and never really noticed me, which I was glad for that.
"Are you nervous," Mario whispered next to my ear.
"A little," I admitted, smiling at him nervously.
"Hey," he said with a smile. "My friends are cool. Just relax!"
A few moments later, another guy entered the room. He was taller that Mario, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was built nicely, but still failed in comparison to the cutie sitting next to me.
"Hey," the guy, who I later found out his name was, John. "Who's the chick," he asked, rather rudely in my opinion.
"My friend," Mario replied quickly.
"Does your friend have a name," John asked.
"My name is Kim," I interjected. They were talking as if I was not here, and that seemed to get on my nerves just a little.
"Well Kim," he said pausing and looking at me with a smile. "If you ever want to know anything about your friend Mario, just let me know."
"Like what," I asked quickly, maybe a little too quickly.
"Well you see," John, said sitting down on the couch next to me. "Mario and I have been friends since we were kids. This one time a few years, back he decided he was going to ask this girl out. See the thing is she…"
"Dude shut up," Mario said interrupting him. Mario was leaning up now with his hands on his knees. "If you tell her that story I will hurt you."
"I want to hear the story," I said with pleading eyes turning my head toward Mario and smiling slightly.
"No," he said closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly from side to side. "I really wish he wouldn't tell that story."
"Anyway," John started talking again. "See this girl wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, but she seemed okay. Mark and I, one of our other friends, bet him that he wouldn't get to second base with her."
"So what happened," I asked curiously.
"Please stop," Mario, begged which only made John want to go on more than before.
"Well that night he went out with her, and they ended up back at her place. So you know things got a little hot and heavy. He pulls her pants off and come to find out…" At this moment, John almost busted into laughter, but tried to finish the story.
"What happened," I asked.
"It was a man!"
"The girl," I screamed.
"Yeah," John said now bursting into a round of laughter.
"Oh, my God," I said laughing.
"I didn't know, I swear," Mario interjected.
"I did," John, said still laughing. "Mark and I knew the whole time; we didn't really know you were going to through with it."
"You what," Mario screamed. "You knew and didn't tell me!"
"Sorry, dude," John said standing up.
"I hate you," Mario whispered.
I felt better now, not because he made out with a guy, but because now he was the one embarrassed and not me. I could not help but laugh, because it was so weird. "I am sorry," I whispered, when I realized he was giving me a scowl look.
John walked away then and began talking to some of his other friends, leaving Mario and I alone on the couch.
"I am so embarrassed," he said looking down at his feet. "He does that every time I get a new girl."
The moment the words came out of his mouth my face dropped. 'What did he mean by that,' I wondered. He must have noticed my reaction, because he immediately started covering his tracks.
"I am sorry; I didn't mean it like that. I just meant every time someone new is around he tells that stupid story. I really didn't know, I swear."
"It's okay," I whispered near his ear.It was now time for me to take control over the situation. I was tired of being the scared little girl. It was time for me to step up and be a woman.