you drank over the christmas break,
you drank a lot actually is what i heard,
and the party's
after party's permitted this.
you fucked a girl from a rival school,
it was your first time,
but everyone seemed to know about it.
you couldn't even remember how it felt because you were mortal,
wasted,
pissed,
drunk.
year 11 was an important year
and you were doing well for yourself,
we were in the same maths class
and i hated math,
you loved it.
you helped me when i was stuck,
i got stuck in your eyes,
which were now predominantly green;
they changed with the seasons.
you were more sexual,
your jokes had sly hints to them
and you were more touchy,
which did not help me at all.
the slight graze up my thigh under the desk,
the rough gropes in the hallways,
exhilarating rush and tension in your stare.
oh my goodness.
you were single
but
your dick was not.
you fucked around with most girls;
me being in the circle with the girls you didn't fuck, i believed.
i wished you did,
every night for a time.
i studied harder,
my parents got me a math tutor;
i looked for prom dresses,
mum said it would be better if i got the dress tailored.
the dress was everything,
it was velvet black,
off the shoulder,
it had a trail,
