It's 8:09 pm and I am sat in my room painting my nails scarlet red. I always painted my nails red, indigo, or nude, because in my opinion it bodes well with my sun-kissed skin and bleach blonde hair. While I painted my nails I thought of how lucky I am; I have a good family, no health issues, a hot as hell boyfriend, and a crazy amazing best friend.
Not anyone that I know in my year was dating anyone older than them, so most people haven't even thought about sex... But me. The question I always ask myself is - "when is the right time to do it?". At school I am always 'slut shamed' as most of the boys that I go for are older than me but that is due to my levels of maturity. I am 13 and my boyfriend, Jake is 15, and most of the parents of the people that I was 'slut shamed' by have parents with at least a 5 year age gap. When I talk to her best friend Lola about having sex I feel uncomfortable - and she is the only person I trust and tell things too.
It's 3:45 pm and I have just got home from school. I'm meeting Jake at 5 so maybe I should talk to him about it then? Every girl in the school wants him and then the most average girl Bella Marttinez (me) gets him!! Have I mentioned that he is drop dead gorgeous! His eyes are bluer than the sky and his tanned skin glows with his dark brown hair which naturally is upright. His figure is absolutely perfect and he has masculine and veiny arms. He is to die for!! And we have now been going out for 7 months which an old wife's tale says "if you're going out for over six months it is the perfect time to have sex". Eeek I'm so weirdly excited.
Jake has just left my house and we had "the talk". He said that he's totally up for it!! Surprisingly he is still a virgin so I will be the girl he loses his virginity to. He explained in the conversation that we must use protection which I'm totally cool with because I don't want to get pregnant at 13, if I did they'd probably have to start a TV show "13 and pregnant". My mum will go mad if she finds out because she wanted me to wait until I'm 16 but it's my life not hers and she doesn't have to find out.
It's 12:01 am and I can't sleep. I am other thinking about loosing my V. What is my parents catch me? What if he tells people? Or what if I act differently so people can tell? Or maybe I should just stop thinking about it and go with the flow of what's going to happen.
12:45 am I'm going to sleep.
