Seventh grade came and you were dating my friend.
It was to be expected because everyone liked her.
Hispanic with long black hair.
Her smile was just as crooked as yours and I guess that what pulled you in.
She was close friends with your sister, always at your house.
I don't think her parents knew about you though.
Her parents were strict.
She couldn't have a cellphone let alone a boyfriend.
When she told me I remember internally gagging because why would she date you?
She had all these guys to choose from and she chose you.
You guys were so different.
I knew why you chose her though.
Because she was different, stood out from the rest of us.
Not speaking on her race.
Speaking on the fact that everyone wanted to be like each other and fit in. Including me.
There was a whole group of us who dressed , walked , and talked just alike.
You could tell that we were all the same because we even dated the same guys.
I noticed this thing too late in the game.
I started hanging with the fighters and dating the gangbangers.
This was also around the time that I had met Jaylin.
I don't know if you guys knee each other, but he was an eighth grader too.
He lived a few houses down from and he was a friend of my brother's.
This boy was the perfect example of a bad boy.
Stayed suspended, always got into it with his mom, he smoked, had sex, and did what he wanted.
I met him through my friend's little brother.
From what I remember he liked me since we first met.
He was very sexual, always touching and trying to touch too much.
But one night he almost got what he wanted.
He'd gotten into a fight with his mom and it had gotten physical.
He ran straight to my house, for my brother, who asked my mom if he could stay over.
My mom complied and then she left.
Soon after so did my step dad.
My sisters were asleep and it was just him, my brother and myself sitting up watching TV.
Until my brother went to sleep.
I remember that he tried to kiss me, sitting right on the couch.
I tried rejecting it because I was 14 and I had never been kissed before and I didn't want to mess it up.
So I hopped of the couch and ran into my mom's room into the bathroom and his there for ten minutes.
Thinking that he'd retreated, I left out of the bathroom only to find that he was just walking up the stairs.
He trapped me under him and wouldn't let me up until I kissed him.
So I pecked his lips.
He laughed but still didn't let me up,
" a real kiss" and with that he forced his tongue in.
We made out for a while and things started getting heated.
Somehow my shirt had came off and so did his.
He pulled of my short and did the same with his own.
Placed himself on top of me.
"We can't." Was all I said.
I was 14, I was in middle school, it would've been unprotected, and I just didn't want it.
He was actually great about it, he didn't go any farther and actually helped me get dressed.
Five minutes later, my mom arrived home.
Imagine how relieved I was, that I had said no.
Even more relieved because he had left 7 the next morning and that was the last time I'd ever seen him.
Regardless of the fact, I never claimed that as my first kiss.
It was sloppy and wet.
Terrible.
And even after that I still didn't want to kiss any of the guys I dated.
That would make the thing that they called a relationship too serious.
