What Dreams Are Made Of

4.

*Calvin's POV*

The first day of 8th grade.

One more year til highschool.

I spent the last month of the summer with the boys, doing something that has kept me from making out and fucking random girls. And that's going to the gym.

Let me tell you why I got away from that method.

2 weeks after we got back from Barbados, I ended up having sex with a girl on the beach who was here on vacation.

I now understand the importance of condoms, because in that instance, not a condom was in sight and I just pulled out.

And a week later, I had to sit down with my dad, tell him I was burning when I simply take a piss, and I will never forget the look on his face when he asked me if I've been having sex, and I had to tell him yes.

Then an hour later, I am sitting with my father in a examination room at the clinic, 13 years old, staring at a wall to avoid the look on my fathers face when the word gonorrhea came out of the doctors mouth.

And then came the conversation of how I didn't know if I got it in Barbados or with random said girl on the beach, and how I had no way of contacting the random girl on the beach because I never got her number incase I did get it in Barbados. Then he asked why I couldn't say random girls name, in which he went on a 2 hour detailed rant about STD's and NOT sleeping with girls who I don't know or even bother asking their names, told me if I kept going the way I was going there's a possibility I could go sterile, not be able to have children, and the whole thing had me shaking because it was just straight up not a good time.

Never again will I have sex with a stranger, or not use a condom.

So let me break this down for you.

13, dead mom, best friend gone, gonorrhea, pissed off dad, little brother asking why dad is mad, and then a very swift punch from Tucker when I decided to tell him I kissed Shay because 'bitch you just fucked some random girl in Barbados then come home and kiss my sister?' then I told him what she said, and he said and I quote. 'Probably should've started with that. My bad.'

Like sir, WHAT?

But now, I am standing at my locker with Shay and Ricky, holding Shay close because this is the last year I'll see her in school until she hits ninth grade, and I have been scowering the hall for Delilah because she got back 2 days ago, slept all day yesterday, and I've fucking missed her.

"Cal, Rick!" I heard screamed from behind us.

I turned and our friend Steve was running over. "Dude." He dapped me up. "You bulked."

"Yeah, that's what happens when your mom dies." I shrugged.

His face sunk. "Shit, Cal, I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"It's fine Stevie." I nodded. "I'm just going to continue to bulk up, try out for football, and build up from there."

"Awe, my boys growing." Shay tapped my chest and then her eyes got wide.

"Calvin!" Another yell down the hall, but this time, it was a girl that I had never seen before walking with Tucker and Colt looking as uncomfortable as possible.

Chest stacked, beautiful long dark hair, prettiest smile with the straightest teeth, dark green eyes, gorgeous tan.

"Who is that?" I looked down at Shay.

"Uh." Ricky cleared his throat. "Cal I'm pretty sure that's Delilah."

And in that moment, everything froze.