As time moved forward, so did their relationship. Summer was discovering her sexuality, and was showing George his own. His disinterest in girls had t...ansformed into an enormous interest in Summer. She loved his naivety and innocence. He loved that she was showing him this new realm of love. He gradually became more and more sexual, until he finally invited her over once more. They arrived in George's room. Red curtains covered the windows. His bed was neatly made, and then they both sat down. From what I can glean from what she said, he flat out told her that if she didn’t stop partying and flunked out of school, they were done for sure, and he’d never, ever, be with her after college. Her mom apparently lowered the boom, too, saying that if she flunked out she’d have thirty days to move out of the house.”“Wow. That sounds like that stupid movie we saw during Sophomore year — Scared Straight.”“Oh God, don’t remind me! That was so dumb! But yeah, she has a solid B average, is going. There was Alyson's yellow, twin-lensed mask. He grabbed it and then found his own beneath that, under one of her blue swim fins. A blenny swam out of the jumble, seemed to glare at him, and swam off with an indignant flip of its tail. How had it gotten into the locker? He put the mask on and cleared it. Much better.He was suddenly aware of just how beautiful the floor of the lagoon was and took a moment to drink in his surroundings. Brightly colored fish, angels and butterflies and damsels,. I know, I know, it's my own damn fault. I was willing to admit it: I was extraordinarily stupid when it came to girls.Why was I being so hard on myself? I could explain it in four simple words.I never called Becky.All weekend long, I agonized about what I would say to her, after Saturday. I have never been good at making small talk, that chatty, unimportant chitchat that comes so naturally to some people. I would get tongue-tied, and my brain would freeze up, and the pauses in my already.