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our entire life ahead of us , he never failed to remind me, a life we will be spending together... and there will be a lot of time of that kinky stuff .

    I t’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I have always been scared. I was scared about a lot of things... how it would be like to lose my innocence to him... how I’d perform given that I don’t know much about the finer points of lovemaking... how I’d be able to cope up if he suddenly discovers that I’m not really an ideal lover, that we’re not really compatible in bed... how it’ll be like if sex proves to be the peak of our relationship, and there was nothing else to look forward to...

    T hinking about my concerns always made me sad, and consequently, they made me quite paranoid about going the distance with him.

    B ut again , he always understood me and my worries. He never complained, not even once. And I loved him more because of that.

    T here were times when I felt his frustrations, however, though he tried his best to conceal his feelings. I adored him dearly, so I offered him the next best thing.

    W ould you settle for a blowjob , Baby?

    “ W ell , you be a good boy,” I whispered back, “and maybe, you’d get a reward this weekend.”

    “ O h you bet your sweet ass I’m gonna be a good boy,” he said before winking at me. “See you later at practice, alright?”

    “ O kay . Bye.”

    H e gave my lips a nice little smack before darting off this his classroom. I started to walk towards mine at the other direction.

    A s soon as the bell rang, the hours trudged. I kept looking at my watch, more than a dozen times per hour, hoping that the small hand would speed up and move to the next digit. I kept looking at the wall clock, as well... a subconscious effort, perhaps, of hoping that my watch was actually broken and that the clock displayed a much different time.

    C alculus , Physics, Government Law, Basic Computer Programming... there came a point that I was interchanging those subjects in my head, mistaking one for the other. English Literature, at least, was refreshingly engaging. We discussed JD Salinger’s Catcher In The Rye, particularly the relationship between the main character, Holden, and his sister Phoebe. Theirs was supposed to be one of deep care and endearment - he didn’t want her to commit the same mistakes he did in his life - yet, the way JD Salinger described some of the scenes between them... it was life those siblings were having an affair.

    O r maybe I was just reading too much into it, no thanks to my guilt that has hounded me the entire day?

    D amn ! Why did Ms. Launder have to choose that book for class... today of all days at that?

    A t four in the afternoon , the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day.

    I packed my things , went to my locker, grabbed the bag I left earlier, and scurried towards the gym. I didn’t want to be late. Jaynie, regardless of how nice she was, didn’t tolerate tardiness amongst her cheerleaders. And Finn... my Finn... I wanted to see him again so bad.

    I proceeded to the locker room to change into my uniform. Most of the girls finished ahead of me and they went ahead to assemble at the court. As I was bent over and tying my shoelaces, a familiar figure hovered over me.

    “ T ick tock tick tock ... the clock is ticking...” she said, before walking away at a gingerly pace.

    I looked up and saw who she was.

    T hat slut Kyla .

    W hat’s the point of her cryptic statements? Was she messing with my head? Was that her new hobby? Has she moved on from dropping her panties for every guy she met, to mocking me every opportunity she got?

    I should confront her . I should tell her that if she has something to say to me, she might as well deliver the message straight and clear. I should inform her that she should stop with her mind games, or else, she’d have a real fight in her hands.

    I should’ve .

    B ut I didn’t .

    I couldn’t .

    I wasn’t that