Lily, Leesville, and a High School Story

Taylor Delcoro

Even though we were only in seventh grade going on eighth, Taylor was a slut. Granted at the time I would never say such a thing because if my mom found out, I would be eating soap, nevertheless, I thought it. She was always leading guys on because she had boobs and no other girl in grade had them except for Rachel McDonald, but she was really weird and didn't count. Taylor knew that the only things guys really wanted at 13 was to kiss girls and see boobs. At the mature age of sixteen, I now know that guys that age would have liked a lot more that just to kiss girls, but they would take what they could get. Well, at least that is what James told me.
Taylor had had a lot more boyfriends than I had when I was 13, that is she had six and I had none. Thirsty for attention she began a prowl on James. She would text him at the late hour of 10:00 and laugh at everything he said. The closer Taylor and James got, more separated I got from James. I warned him that she was no good and she was actually a really mean bully, but he ignored my wisdom and pushed me further and further away.
I never understood what guys saw in her until I became wiser. As I aged I realized guys didn't even like her as a person they liked the idea of a girl that has big boobs, wore low cut shirts, and might put out.
James and Taylor talked for a solid two months. James fell for Taylor, but Taylor just kept playing games. At that point I gave up on my best friend and found a new one, his sister. Amber introduced me to her friends from the class below me and we all started hanging out everyday that summer. Because of that, I did end up seeing James everyday, but it wasn't the same. I realized I didn't need to worry about a dumb boy that wouldn't take my advice, I had new friends that thought I was great. I honestly don't know what I would have done with out Megan and Rose.