Elisa-Marie's Guide To First Flings (TEMPORARILY ON HOLD!!!)

(3) She comes crawling back

As I entered into my room after school, I took out my laptop and asked my E-dictionary for the meaning of virgin.

The results came out as, "One who has never experienced sexual intercourse or any sex-related activity at all."

This just reminded me some more of how worthless I was, "What do they mean by never?!...never say never you rotten dick for a dictionary!" I ranted and threw my laptop furiously on my bed.

I began taking off my clothes and murmuring to myself, "Even Paisley and Fabiola have had a few boyfriends in the past...so they've probably had sex."

Suddenly, I stopped all my muttering.

I took notice of my reflection in the mirror, I was now just on my lacey bra and panties.

I turned from side to side, observing every inch of me, "Oh my God...I'm not sexy," I whispered under my breath, "I'm not as curvy as Stella is...and where the fuck is my beauty?" I complained, with my eyes already filled with tears.

I looked away from the mirror, ashamed and disgusted of myself.

No wonder I've never been laid before, Stella was right, I'm hideous, both in my body and in my clothes.

I couldn't help but feel my breasts as I walked to my closet for some new clothes.

Damn! Were they small!

I immediately let them go because I felt like if I had continued holding on to them, I could have thrown myself out my open window due to the embarrassment and shame I felt inside.

I threw on some new clothes while still trying to fight back my tears.

I felt like a total loser.

These sort of things never mattered to me before, not until Stella came in and ruined that for me, Stella and Bryson, "God! I hate them!... I hate them both so much!" I exclaimed furiously and hastily stormed out of my room.

This day couldn't get any worse for me.

Stupid Bryson! Stupid Stella!! STUPID SEX!!!

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"Sweetheart, come sit right next to me," my mom said to me as I entered the dining for dinner. She was smiling at me like I was anything worth smiling at, "Your father is working late and Stella's on a strict diet, so...they won't be joining us."

"Ok," I replied plainly and settled down.

We're having spaghetti and meatballs, not one of my best things to eat but it was just gonna hat to do, "So...where are our forks?" I asked my mom, upon noticing our forkless plates.

"No need to ask, Elisa-Marie!...I got em!" I heard Bryson yell as he walked in with three forks in his hand, "Here you go mom," he handed one over to her.

"Aww, thanks honey."

"You're welcome mom...sis!" He called out and threw mine at me.

"Bryson!"

"Bryson! Behave!... And apologize to your sister!" Mom scolded.

I couldn't help but smile at him after getting mom's full support on my side.

"Sorry...dweeb."

"Bryson! That's no way to apologise!" Mom exclaimed again and shot him a warning look.

He stares at me with an 'I'm onto you' sort of expression on his face, "Fine...I'm sorry."

"Very good, Now sit down." She said.

As he did so, I picked up my fork to begin eating but stopped suddenly upon noticing something on it. It was a sort of writing, like someone carved something on the top back.