mistakes boys make - teenage dirtbag one

03

greg summers.

unlike what the name states, this has nothing to do with the season. this was no summer fling, nope, that's for another chapter.

greg and i's relationship lasted five months, three weeks, four days and two and a half hours. but who's counting?

he was a good one, he was. he was tall and well, i have a thing for tall guys-they look real nice leaning against your locker with a dimpled smile, and when they wear button ups? the. best.

we'd have weekly movie nights where cuddling happened and ehm...other extra curricular activities. whadya expect from randy fifteen year olds? nothing past second base though. we weren't that randy-at least i wasn't.

greg wasn't perfect, in fact he was very forgetful, he couldn't remember monthsaries or the exact time he was suppose to pick me up, he couldn't remember i hated gummy bears or that i couldn't and wouldn't swim.

but he was a sweet enough guy and a generous one at that, he liked to give me things. chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals...oh, and pet names. he loooved those.

i wasn't into them, but oh lord he seemed to prefer them to my actual name.

buttercup, like i was some treat.

deary, because he baked pies in white frilly aprons like a good southern wife.

gorgeous, uhuh, i could totally win miss universe.

kitten, i have paws, shh, it's a secret.

oh and my personal favourite...

my only one, yes, like i was his only one.

...

my only one, my ass.

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ehhh...John Tucker Must Die, anyone? He gave the girls nicknames so he didn't have to mix up any names.