Mind Blown

1. The Primitive Caveman-Type "Bad Boy"

 Chapter 1:  The Primitive Caveman-Type "Bad Boy" 

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I blamed the almighty iPhone.

I was aware that Apple gadgets were the star of the show, but it didn't take away from the fact that it had ruined my life. It was the iPhones fault that I had learned to text. It was the iPhones fault that I had downloaded the Facebook app. It was the iPhones fault that I had met him. And it was also the iPhones fault that I had my tiny heart torn to shreds for the very first time.

As sure as the moon rises in the night sky, the lives we lead here on earth give rise to many emotional experiences.

Why lie? To be honest, at first it was nice. After months of having family problems and the aftermath that came from it, I was all by myself and didn't talk to anyone or went out at all; I was closed in and in my own mind, until I met him.

Sam was the kind of guy you should never date, but truthfully, you need to date. The kind that was every bad boy cliché known to man. The one every girl wants to date until, well, you date one and see how bad it truly is. After that, you never want to even be near one of them. Forget the fairytales and all movies that give the lesson that a bad boy can turn good just for you.

Lies.

You aren't always going to be that girl for that bad boy.

I met him while I was on the Facebook app that day (on my iPhone). I actually knew him, and he was friends with my brother. Up until then, however, my brothers' friends had always been off limits. I was his fifteen-year-old little sister, and there was no way he'd let his friends near me. However, this guy had an aura. One that seemed to yell out "I don't care, if I want it, I take it." And, like any other girl, I was attracted to the primitive caveman-type "bad boy".

Sam had it all; the whole bad boy game. He had the piercings (on his ears), the tattoos (quite a few, including a sleeve), and the motorcycle (come on, classic bad boy). He also had his own apartment (but more on that nightmare later) and could cook like a God. Well, his words, not mine.

When he and I started to talk, I liked it. In fact, I liked it so much, that I complied when he asked for my phone number, and soon enough he was registered on my iPhone as "Mr. Flirt". At first, things were easy going and he had this charm about him that reeled me in. It was probably the fact that he was so bad, and I was so good. By good, I mean never had a drink in her life, did not go to parties, had never been kissed, purposefully dressed in over-sized clothing to hide the curves I'd developed way too early, and had a mind so innocent that I would never understand any dirty joke or innuendo thrown my way.

So perhaps this all helped to create that crush in my mind. The fact that someone like him (or someone at all, for that matter) was interested in me. Guys had never given me a second look before. Well, that's a lie, but you know what they say, the ones that were interested in me, I never liked them back. To make matter worst, I had to start wearing bras by the end of second grade, and one might think that would attract boys the coming years, but nope. This was also in correlation to my horrible shyness; I could not to save my life talk to a guy without word vomit spiraling out or my cheeks blushing like a tomato.

The male population was simply out of reach.

So, yes, a lot of this had to do with me being by myself for so long that I just craved attention. Furthermore, the guy giving me his attention was a bad boy. How many girls wouldn't just kill for that? He was so confident in himself and the small hint of danger that erupted from his pores was intoxication at it's finest. However, the thing that stopped me a little bit was the fact that he was six years older than me. I thought it was sweet that he still wanted to talk to me despite our age difference; at least that was what my naïve young mind thought was a "great length" for love. The conversations with him were superficial but I didn't realize it at the moment, I was too engrossed in the fact that this guy was talking to me.