I became aware of girls and love at a young age. My mother was a huge soap opera fan and then would watch “Afternoon Delights,” the romance movies...on local television. On bad weather afternoons I would sit on the couch with her and be spellbinded by the interactions between men and women. We’re talking about age 8. I identified with the men and yearned for the women. I’d say I was normal then, except that most boys my age were interested in anything but girls. I could tell you who all the. The distance between us quickly closed, and it wasn’t long before I could feel his lips brushing over my neck. At first, it made me flinch, but when he kissed lightly, I sighed out. Almost unconsciously, I curled the hand I’d stretched out into a fist, clutching at his shirt. ‘You’re a bad girl…’ I felt David close his eyes and then inhale against my nape. ‘Right? I mean, you’re here, aren’t you? You didn’t listen to ‘bitch Blaine’.’ ‘I-I just I…’ I couldn’t hold back a gasp when he stroked the. I put my arm over her shoulder and pulled her to me as I asked what was wrong. Now, between sobs, she told me that he’d called this morning and told her he didn’t want to see her again. Apparently he’d found an old girlfriend and was back together with her. I really felt distressed as I hugged her harder and then asked her if she could finish the report before the boss came in tomorrow. Between tears she shook her head yes. I asked if she had plans for dinner and she said she was going home and. Melissa followed her and then Freddy."You'll see," smiled Amy. "Hey Freddy." Uhm, hi."Amy and Sarah chuckled. Amy guided the rumbling car out of the parking lot.Beyond school limits, Joe wrestled an old two album set from his backpack and a Sucrets box from under the seat. Its contents placed on the record cover, Joe broke them up. "What's that?' asked Melissa leaning over the seatback."Weed," explained Amy."Weed?'"Herb." What are you doing with some herb?" It's marijuana, Melissa," Joe finally.