One Last Afternoon

The beginning

I'd been watching him for a while. Trying to get his attention. It was hard. I don't really have people skills and I was always that girl in the dark trying to say hi. I'm not good with people. Everyone knew that. People are weird and gross creatures. I tried to get his attention though. I did things he did and things he was interested in, I laughed at his jokes and I tried to play the game. But that was hard as well.

I don't know why he caught my interest it was just there. A sudden random obsession that started out of nowhere. I think it's from the memories. I started to remember him. His cruel taunts. His evil words. How he had scared my childhood. How he had made me cry. I don't know if it was for revenge or just my cynical nature. But I had him as a target and I wasn't going to let him out of my sight.

I got his number. I dont even remember how I did but I did. I think I got it from one if his friends. I spoke to him. I never knew what to say. I could only guess at what was right. But it lured him nonetheless. He lied to me a lot. About his "girlfriends" and what he did to them. He wanted to meet up. We went to the same school but we weren't in the same group. He was shy with me. I could tell he didn't remember what he did. I didn't blame him. We were older. Troubles from childhood forgotten except for me of course who harboured everything and held grudges.

We were in a club together. We got together and did what people obsessed with anime did. Hold marathons of our favourites and cosplay the characters. In short we were a bunch of nerds. I had adopted the love of anime from him but after a while I really got obsessed. I didn't mind it if it mean spending time with him. The only problem was that we weren't alone. There was a girl, Zoe, she was short and kinda like a chibbie. I didn't mind her. She was my friend and she was nice. There were two guys, Jean and Eugene. They were nearly inseparable. Jean was the target of my affection and Eugene was Zoe's brother.

One day we were talking before the club and somehow I dared him to kiss me. I met up with him early. I called him a chicken a few times. He couldn't do it. He then dared me to kiss him. I made him close his eyes otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the courage and I kissed him. He was shy in person and only started kissing me back after two seconds. He was so exited he got an erection. He tried to hide it from me but that's what made it so obvious. I felt proud of myself. It was the first time I'd been pretty or good enough to turn a guy on just from kissing. For me that was an achievement.

He asked me out two days before valentines. He didn't want to be cliché and do it on valentines day so two days before. He also said in a later confession that he wanted a girlfriend on valentines day instead of getting one on valentines. I saw it coming. He was so predictable but kinda sweet. He pretended it was a proposal. He got down on his one knee and everything. I pretended to walk away but then come back and pretend to kick him. He caught my leg and held it until I said yes. That was cute. Of course I said yes. My plan wouldn't work unless I said yes.

We had a difficult relationship. Him and I. But it was perfect in the beginning. I miss it. We hung out in school and we were the perfect couple at the anime club. Zoe was proud of me for finally going out there. For finally trying to be happy. Or at least that's what she thought I was doing. She was my best friend but I didn't let her in on my plans. Jean's friend was happy for him. Eugene. I kinda liked him more than Jean. Maybe afterwards I could comfort him about the loss of his friend and we'd end up together. Anything was possible.

Jean had a nice house in town. I lived on the boundaries so I went to him most weekends so that I wouldn't have to drive to go to the anime club. His mom was so friendly I really liked her. She felt like she was my mom. She liked me too. He was short like his mom ,shorter than me, but looked somewhat like a mix between his parents. However it was clear his brother had gotten the more attractive genes in the house. Although Jean did have the better social skills.

He was so nice to me. It just goes to show how much nicer people are when you go through puberty and come out prettier. He didn't like how I spoke though. In short and sweet I spoke like a perverted teenage boy and sometimes even worse. Actually always worse. He spoke to me like that in private and he even started doing things to me after the first week. But in person he was a glorified friend. Sometimes not even a friend.