The Red School

(10) The Boob Incident

CHAPTER 10

                When I was in middle school, I remember Joel Partisson grabbing my boob. It was the first day of seventh grade, and I had hit an awesome growth spurt over summer break, so I proud that I passed up the training wheels for a real bra. Joel was one of the few vampires in the school, and we tended to hang in clans rather than having to deal with the bitchy humans. Though, I hardly ever talked to Joel before then. But on the first day, he took a sudden interest in me (the little pervert) so I, being a twelve year old girl with absolutely no experience with the male species, ate it all up. He talked to me all day, I swear. And then, on our way to our lockers, he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and grabbed my boob. Literally, in the middle of the hallway, he grabbed one, squeezed it a little, and then went about his business to his locker.

                And I just stood there like an idiot.

                Still, to this day, I cannot believe I let a miniature pervert feel me up in the middle of the school hallway. After that, he never mentioned it again, and he rarely talked to me. But I figured since he did kind-of boob rape me, that he was automatically my boyfriend now. I didn’t really have any friends to tell, but I did blab to Azrielle for hours about my new boyfriend, though I didn’t tell her about the boob incident. I realize now that he was not my boyfriend, but I still tell anyone who asks that my first and last boyfriend’s name was Joel Partisson. Azrielle still thinks he was my boyfriend. I don’t see why I should correct her.

                Anywho, besides that, I’ve never actually had a boyfriend before, or even been out on a date. It’s embarrassing. Don’t ask me why, but when CM tells me that he needs to breakup with his girlfriend, this is the first thing that pops into my mind. And then I start to feel jealous. And not like you think. Not jealous of CM’s girlfriend, but jealous of CM for having a girlfriend, when I’ve never dated anyone before.

                There’s a silence that hangs in the air after he tells me this. I sort of stare at him awkwardly, and he watches the road. Then I go, “How many girlfriends have you had before?” and I realize it came out all wrong. I sound like a jealous girlfriend, but I’m actually just genuinely curious.

                Either CM doesn’t notice how this sounds, or he doesn’t care. He just responds, “I don’t know. It’s not like I keep track. I’m in high school—I’ve had my share of women.”

                I make a face, taking this all in. So what? Is he a heartbreaker? A playboy? Does he sleep around? I watch his face, noticing how he licks his lips again. Then he says, “What about you? What’s your number?”

                I didn’t expect him to turn the question around on me. My face goes a bit hot, and I look away from him in embarrassment. “M-my number… what do mean?”

                “How many guys have you been with?” CM doesn’t sound jealous or anything, he speaks in his same low voice.

                How many guys have I been with? What, does he think I’m the one who sleeps around? I haven’t done anything like that, unless you count letting Joel Partisson feel me up. Which I don’t. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I don’t sleep around.” I snap, my voice coming out more rough than I meant it to.

                CM looks over at me, and lets out a breathy chuckle. “I figured as much, Blue Eyes. I only meant how many guys have you dated? Not slept with. That’s a too personal question to ask without a warning.”