When eighth grade came you left for high school.
But I didn't really notice.
I was too busy trying to be like everyone else.
Spreading rumors, sharing boyfriends, going to parties.
I wanted to live like a regular teenager.
There was this one party I remember.
I went over to a friend's and then we went over to another friends.
They both got all dolled up while I sat there and watched.
When they finished they turned to me.
I was never the one to get dolled up, but this time I would.
Hair curled, eyes masacara'd, flowy crop topped, tight pants
My phone was taken and they told my boyfriend that he would be proud.
We were on again and that break up would cause so much drama
But, we left for the party and when we got there it was in full swing.
The year before I had dated someone , a younger someone.
Turns out he was at the party.
A group of us walked off and somehow he and I were left alone.
He kept trying to kiss me
I refused. Profusely.
Then we fell in someone's yard and he fell on top of me.
He kept trying to kiss me and kept putting his hand up my shirt.
I screamed.
He let me go and we returned to the party, like nothing happened.
I told my boyfriend the next day and he was pissed.
We broke up a few weeks later, weird circumstances.
I didn't care.
I wasn't serious about relationships.
They all lasted a month and then I got bored.
Like I couldn't carry feelings for a guy for longer than a month.
But there was this one guy
I met him the night of his 16th birthday
I was 15
We had moved and almost instantly my house became the hangout spot
There was this guy who was mixed with everything and had tattoos
Every girl in the neighborhood liked him
He became my best friend, we would be outside all night sitting talking about everything
We were just alike, but he had a reputation to keep.
One night he brought his cousin to my porch while everyone was hanging out
There was this girl there too, she claimed to be my best friend.
She liked his cousin
After everyone left his cousin and I walked the girl home
A while later he asked me to be his girlfriend
We were together for three days and then we broke up
I liked what we had after the break up
We weren't together but how we acted people thought other wise
He would act like my boyfriend but still exerted his singleness
Like constantly sleeping with this girl who was prettier and older than me
That's when I barely started seeing him and dating other guys
See with him, he could bang anything with legs but
When I had boyfriends he got jealous
Always saying, "Really this guy?"
That winter I had dated five different guys back to back
Dumping them with no remorse
The attention that they gave me was exhilarating
I felt pretty for a while
But he was still jealous
There was some rumor started that he'd had sex with some girl in a storage closet
That's when Adele debuted 'Someone Like You'
I remember one night we were arguing on my porch
He kept trying to touch me and I went to the opposite side
The light had flickered off
And there was so much going on and he mad his way across the porch
Grabbed my face and kissed me
My heart does this weird thing everytime I think about it.
This was the first and last time that we'd kissed
Spring Break my mom and her husband had gotten a divorce
The week after, we had to move to a different county
A new school
New people
