something Unorthodox

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              Someone similar to Argus was Nicholas. Nicholas Kolt. He had only caught my attention late September of the year I turned thirteen. Nicholas was sixteen, average height and awfully small minded. This union came into play after a mere week of speaking. Nicholas, just like Argus wasn't that important to me, not sorry to say. 

I was really and truly just entertaining myself. A few days into our relationship, he had brought it to my attention that he was moving to America. We were both virgins at the time (Still am) so his mind was solely on the intention of getting my virginity while I was earning his. It was his smart way of saying "I want to fuck in my home country before fucking abroad", it's only traditional.

His emigration seemed like such a big deal to him. Respectfully, I had to act as if it was one to me as well, considering he was my 'present' significant other. His excuse to earn my purity was that of his emigration which left me contemplating on if I should really sacrifice myself in such a situation. For the sake of satisfaction. The son of a bitch even tried to sound magnanimous. As if he was doing me a favor.

There is one day in particular where he was granted the acceptance to come to my house. My mother was at work and my best friend, Bella (Who you would hear about later) had come over for the occasion. More as a look out. He arrived early that morning, around nine. That was actually the first time we met in person. Basically, most unions during this period was virtually based. Predictable right?

We hugged briefly before I invited him inside and introduced him to Bella. It didn't take long before our faces were latched together, sucking the life out of each other (Classy, right?) Bella steered clear of our way, occasionally passing through the living room and shooting us hilariously disapproving looks.

We didn't last very long, two weeks tops, and he still didn't earn my purity, bummer. I broke it off casually. Blaming it on this immaturity and also because he bothered me for my purity. He did end up with a fling a day after, though but soon took off for the foreign lands. 

I'm unsure on if he did end up losing his virginity, but if he didn't, he destroyed his tradition, tragic. I think the only thing he had going for him was that he was a good kisser, which didn't even please me that much. 

High standards for a fresh new teen.

I was slowly becoming addicted to the feeling of temporary satisfaction. The way I worked them up just to leave immediately after. It was like a man abandoning his girlfriend with her newborn baby, I left them in their most fragile state.

 I fooled them with my appearance; I came across as innocent from the outside. My face spoke nothing of deceit or betrayal. It was all an idea of submission or fragility. 

Even something as fragile as glass could cause the most damage.

 I craved to see the consternation and disappointment. It brought me ecstasy, just like Micah did to me, I'll explain later.