I Hate Love

Mateo

I am Mateo Fernández García.

My family is from Mexico.

In my youth, I was very independent. I was the only child, so I was obviously given the most attention. My family loves me, and I loved them. However, I was just thirteen when things changed. We moved to a bigger house, and we suddenly became a bigger family. Despite how much I wanted a little brother, I never expected a little sister to come too. On the day they arrived, my mom told me about how she and dad decided to start fostering. I now had two twin siblings. At least, for now.

Things were still somewhat normal. I still received a good a amount of attention, and I was even able to bond with my younger siblings. As I grew older, I noticed that I wasn't the only one who saw the differences in my appearance. All throughout high school, I would catch girls staring at me. I received tons of valentines on Valentine's Day. I would have "I like you" notes passed to me almost every lunch period. I enjoyed this new type of attention. Maybe a bit too much. Every so often, I would tug a few heartstrings just to keel girls' eyes on me. And it always worked.

Once I graduated, I was able to attend a decent college on a sports scholarship. However, I wasn't able to move onto campus. It was too expensive. Thus, I opted to take most of the classes online. I only traveled to campus for practices and games. Maybe for a weekend class or two. But there was one thing about college that bothered me. There were no more valentines and notes from girls. They hardly even looked my way. I didn't like it.

However, things changed again when I was nineteen. My parents introduced a new girl into the family. She was seventeen. She was somewhat pretty, but nothing compared to the girls from my high school or college. She looked tired all the time, and hardly came out of her room for the first bit of her stay. Nonetheless, my parents worked endlessly to help her get adjusted. Figures. I didn't even know how to react when my parents asked me to try and coax her out. Apparently, someone closer to her age might be able to help her.

They were right. Oakley and I began hanging out. I would help her with homework, and she would help me with chores. She also gave me some advice on what older girls would be into. We became close friends, but I wasn't blind to the puppy-dog stares she would throw my way.

Quite some time had passed. It was late one night, and I was out drinking with some friends. I asked for some advice. Why none of the girls were even looking my way. I didn't know how to comprehend their responses. Apparently, girls could just sense the virginity radiating off of me. A pure naive being. That was ridiculous. However, as I was being uber-ed home, I couldn't help but think about their words. They had to be joking, right?

I watched as Oaks grew up and moved out. I watched the seasons change. I felt what my friends said continue to stir in my head. I still hadn't seen any attention from the girls. Maybe they really were right. I had to get rid of my virginity, and fast. When Oakley came home for the spring, I saw my chance. She liked me since she first came into the family. Of course she'd want me, right?

Wrong.

She tore herself away from our kiss. Of course this bitch was ruining something else for me. She always had taken all the praise all these years. Her college attendance was being paid for by my parents. She had everything she wanted. She owed me. I deserved something for letting her get away with all this. I knew she still wanted me anyway. Plus, I was doing her a favor. She wouldn't have to suffer being a virgin.