A Lesson in Love ও

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I've never allowed myself to fall in love, I hardly let myself form meaningful friendships. I've had the same best friend since the first grade, Stella Jones, her parents moved here from another state. They moved into the house right next door. 

When I was younger it was weird to go around her house and not have her parents at each other's throats all the time, it was a nice kind of weird. Different from what I was used to. 

All the arguments and shouting stopped when I was in fourth grade when they split, Stella was the first person I told. Obviously.

I grew up with a flawed view of love. The romance books I read were blissful but seemed unrealistic to me. They weren't like what I perceived to be love, the arguments, the constant threatening to leave, the abuse my mum did to my dad. If that is what love is then I don't want it.

Like every middle schooler, I obviously developed crushes. Mostly on the men from my books, TV shows I watch and the occasional celebrity. I've classed these as real crushes but Stella doesn't. When we were twelve she had her first kiss and would not stop talking about it for that whole week. After that, she was constantly asking when I was going to have my first kiss and who it would be with. 

I've never had a first kiss, my first kiss. The only kisses I got were my dad kissing me good night after reading me a bedtime story, but that stopped when I was ten. 

There was an almost first kiss, with a boy called Tyler, it didn't happen though. I ran away in tears. Sorry, Tyler. 

I think at that point I threw myself into my books. Declared to Stella that I wasn't interested in boys and didn't care about them. She dropped the whole thing after that.

Until high school. We moved from a middle school of about two hundred students to a high school with over three thousand. Her boy craze started again and in the first week, she went through three boyfriends. She is hopeless when it comes to boys really, then again who am I to say that. Miss never even had my first over here. Heh. 

Since we started our senior year she has been talking nothing but boys, boys this, boys that. It's getting annoying. Really annoying. And now she's started asking me when I'm getting a boyfriend or if I'll ever get one. That girl is giving me a constant headache.

But I can always turn to my books, I can hit her on the head if she brings up boys. That's a plus I guess.