Bitter taste of love

The Lake

Why him?

Why me?

Why us?

Freshman year of high school we met. I was new at North Hills High and there he was, AJ Anderson. His eyes were blue and ice grey, he was at least six foot, and gorgeous. I knew he didn't notice me, I wouldn't notice me. During first period I asked around about AJ.

"So who is this AJ guy?"

"OH NO! HONEY! NO! NO! NO! You don't want to mess with him. He is all Susan's."

"Who is Susan?"

"His ex!"

I guess she is one of those girls who take their place forever.

Oh and boy was she! I wish I would have never asked. As the months passed AJ began to notice me, I wasn't aware of this. I always saw him in the halls, Susan latched onto him like a leach, she discussed me. She was always a pest, talking about people, and lying to them. She was the High School top bitch, and everyone knew it.

It was fall time and the fall lake trip was coming soon. I heard everyone was going but Susan. She said that she hated the outdoors, and will be going to the spa, when we are all getting bugs up our clam shells, but AJ was going.

It was October 5th, and the camping trip was a two week extra credit vacation. All freshmen were allowed to go, along with the rest of the upper classes of course. AJ being two years older than me but only one grade above me, went too.

Not a single teacher or faculty member gave a shit about what we did, and who we did it with. Boys were in girl's cabins, vice versa, people skinny dipped, no one cared. Everyone said that anyone who goes on the trip comes home without their virginity. (Not true)

I was new and didn't want to "party hard" so I took my favorite book walked three miles down shore and read for about four hours. Then, there he was, alone. AJ Anderson was coming my way, me, nerdy new girl, me...

"Hey! I'm AJ."

"I know who you are..." I said trying to act tough

"Well I'm sorry, for I don't have the pleasure of knowing you."

Shocked at what a gentlemen he was, I looked up from my book. I was trying to remember my name. It seemed as if when I looked into his dreamy blue grey eyes I wanted to be someone else. The person who he loved, that one and only girl he could never be able to get over. I wanted to be his first, and last love. I wanted to be the reason his heart beat so fast, and still when we were someday old he would truthfully tell me how beautiful I was, at age 80. As his hand touched mine for the first time every thought came and went as if I just foresaw my future.

"My name... yes! My name! My name is Thea..."

"Wow! Your name is so gorgeous."

"Thanks, I guess."

It was night fall already but his smile seemed to make it feel like it was a mid-August day. I told him my story, he told me his. I know what you're thinking. Thea it's way too soon to be telling some guy your life story. But he wasn't just "some guy" he was himself. In love's purest form he was an angle from a dream that I was longing to have. Hours passed and we had talked all night, I woke up in his cabin with all my stuff on the table in the small kitchen. There was AJ propped up in front of the television watching a basketball game on ESPN. I looked up, wondering what had happened last night, because all I remember is talking on the shore and then falling asleep. He told me he carried me here, and got all my stuff because the girls in my cabin threw it all outside (I didn't have many "friends"). For the most part I had a great night but I felt like I wanted more. What more was I had no idea, but I wanted it.
The whole day afterwards I didn't leave his side. Every night we would have a camp fire right outside of our cabin. He would go fishing and bring back dinner and in the morning I would make breakfast, we were so cute. The first week was up and we were never stronger. Then he asked the big question, "are you saved". At the time I thought I was, but I wasn't. So of course I said yes and then we talked about God and Jesus Christ for a long time. He was a man of Christ and I loved that about him.
As the days grew shorter and we got closer I asked him what he saw in Susan. He said he didn't know, she was never nice to him and always shot him down. He wanted to get as far from her as possible.

"She never approves of what I do. But who asked her it's not like she's my mom!"

It was the last day of the trip, and we had to go back to reality. I was still holding on to my virginity, and had done nothing illegal that week, or ever for that matter(besides fighting in school). On the way home I slept the whole way home, in his arms. Oh and did I have so much to tell my mother!!!