My first and last love was a boy named Jonathan.
I was twelve. He was dumb.
I first felt love when we started to spend time together after class (the orphanage had also a school section.)
He was the only person that was nice to me, but I figured out later that he probably only was curious of « how would It feel to kiss the outcast girl ».
So.
One day, after we had math class he stopped in my room. I was excited but terrified too, because it was strictly forbidden to go, if you were a boy, in a girl room, and, if you were a girl, in a boy room.
We looked at each other. He started with a classic :
« You look...good today. »
I thanked him.
Then he came closer and we kissed. We were only twelve and none of us knew how to do it but it felt good.
The day after, as I was coming to see him (in my head we had become a couple), I heard him talking to a girl I barely knew, but as much to know that she wasn't an good girl. Her name was Samantha, and they were having fun of me.
« So you did it ? She asked laughing (her laugh sounded like a whale). You really kissed her ?
« I did ! And she thought I loved her ! Man, how could she believe that ? No one love that freak ! »
I heard too much. I ran at him and slapped both of them. No one ever knew about that. We third had too much proudness.
That is when I stopped Love.
But now Calvin and his beautiful eyes are going to ruin everything. I have to go far away before it's too late.
The thing is, I totally don't want to.
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