This story and others from this author should only be enjoyed in a responsible manner. If you find yourself wanting to enact anything in these stories, or feel that you might develop a fetish, please do not read any further. Sex addiction is a very real problem, and the author does not wish to encourage this kind of behavior
"Sup Eva Grrrl?" Amy asked me. I heard her before I saw her, and I turned away from my locker to greet her.
"Sup Amy Grrrl", I replied. We liked to add "grrrl" to each other's names whenever we saw each other. I don't know why we started doing that, but it was fun. It was like a ritual to us, and only our group of friends could do it.
Amy leaned against the locker next to mine. I could tell she had something juicy to say.
"So, I was talkin to Brad at second period, and he told me that there was a boy who liked you." Her eyes lit up, "Guess".
I had no idea who liked me, but the thought intrigued me. "Connor?" I said.
Amy shook her head. "Nope". She wanted me to keep the game going.
"Ew, not Danny Buchowski."
"Ew, no" Amy said, disgustingly. There was a small pause, which was more than Amy could take.
"Tom Browning" she blurted out. She was waiting for a dramatic expression or response from me, but the idea of Tom Browning liking me was not something I wanted to hear.
"Oh" I said. Amy picked up on my lack of interest, and gave me a light backhanded smack to the shoulder.
"C'mon Eva, he's a really good-looking. You should go out with him. Plus, he's like a major player on the football squad." I could tell from her wording that Amy didn't really watch football.
But he was also a major player in his social life too, I mused. "I don't know", I replied.
"Well if you won't do him, put in a good word for me, will ya?" She smiled, then bounced away.
"Yeah, sure. C'ya later grrrl" I managed to say.
"Later grrrl. Think about it" she replied, before disappearing in the crowded hallway.
The bell for fifth period rang, so I quickly finished up at my locker and walked to my next class. It got me thinking... Tom and me? That would never last. Yeah, he's cute and all. He's popular. But he's also too cute and too popular. Girls are always asking about his relationships, wanting to be his next fling. Those types of girls didn't understand why they were inevitably left broken-hearted, but that's what happens when you go looking for the wrong thing.
I'd like to think that I'm better than that, but who am I kidding? My previous relationships only lasted a few weeks, at most, and the endings were always awkward. I tried to let the boys down easy by explaining- hey, it's not your fault, I'm just not that into you. If they were really sensitive, I would give the cliché line- it's not you, it's me. Yeah, I don't wanna go through that again.
Finding love in high school is just about the hardest time to do it in life. I mean, we're all running around with crazy hormones, and we have no experience handling other people's emotions. Older people definitely have it easier. I mean, how many high school sweethearts do you see actually getting married? Not very many.
Why can't there be any real men in high school? Like, emotionally mature men. They wouldn't have to be super attractive, just easy on the eyes. Give me one good man in this place, someone who is confident, funny, and attentive. That's all I'm asking for.
It's not that hard, boys, I thought, shaking my head. And someone loyal, too. Can't find that much around here either.
After fifth period class, I had lunch period, where I hung out with my girlfriends- Jessie, Emily, Patty, and Tonya (Amy was in 7th period lunch period). We weren't the most popular girls, with their over-the-top makeup, but we definitely weren't like the other kids. You know- goths, nerds, geeks, and the loners. We liked to talk about boys (I told everyone about Tom, with mixed reactions), makeup, and celebrities. We usually had a different magazine to comb over every day. It was fun to make fun of some of the fashion, or the ridiculous things reality stars were doing. But we also liked to imagine wearing those dresses or making ourselves look beautiful. When hanging out, we would often talk about how ugly we looked, and be happy when our girlfriends told us how pretty we were. This kind of stuff happened every day, and I always looked forward to chatting with my girls. It was like the only time I felt social at school.
Just before sixth period ended, I went to the ladies room with Emily and Patty. Patty was more into sports than any of my other friends, and Emily's interests were usually in reading- she was definitely the brains of our group.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining myself like I always do. First it was my face, cuz the worst thing in the world is having acne pop up on you during school. That shit grossed me out. Next, I looked for facial hair, cuz I sometimes missed them in the morning. I had experimented with eyebrow pencil like a month ago, but it didn't really make a difference since I was good at plucking and shaping my eyebrows.
In fact, I really didn't use much makeup at all. Just a little eyeliner- a copper color, for my blue eyes, and some mascara for my lashes. That was like, the minimum that any self-respecting girl in her senior year would wear. Anything less and you look like garbage rolled out of bed. And there were girls that always looked tired, cuz, they wore no makeup at all. Bianca Besterman. Ugh. She would so much better if she put some effort into it. But there were girls that also used a ton of foundation and blush, too. Like, why? You're going to school, not a fashion runway. They probably spend an hour on makeup every morning.
After checking my face out, I pull some lip gloss out and apply it to my upper lip, then my lower lip. I smack my lips, and I like how the light red color looks on me. I lean back from the mirror, checking on my outfit. Today it's a comfy cream-colored ¾ sweater over my skinny jeans. With my beach-blond hair, it's actually a nice look.
But look at my small boobs, I thought. I squeezed my boobs together with my arms, imagining how great it would be to be bigger. I was only a size 34BB. More than half of my friends were bigger in that department.
I could be in the itty-bitty-titty-committee. I sighed. And another weird thing- my areolas were too big, too. It didn't make sense that God would give me such small tits and saucers around my nipples.
Maybe if I had bigger boobs, I could attract a real man. I started to absent-mindedly play with my beach-blonde hair. It had subtle highlights in it from the summer, which I really liked cuz it gave it more shades of color. After smoothing the hair down with my hand, it was a little longer than shoulder length.
I turned myself around to look at my butt. The jeans were tight enough that it gave my butt some shape, but I wish I had more in that area, too. Maybe it made sense for my butt and boobs to stay small on my lithe 5'8'' frame, but it just wasn't sexy enough. One of my biggest fears was that the man of my dreams would pass by me because I wasn't busty enough or curvy enough to hold his attention.
I was looking myself over again when Becky and Melissa walked up to the bathroom mirror. They were some of the more popular girls in our grade, and both these girls were dating football players. I caught Becky's glance in the mirror.
"Hey" I said. No response from her. Whatever.
"So I heard you have a crush on Tom Browning from the football team" Becky said to the mirror.
"Where'd you hear that?" I replied.
"Just a rumor going around. Is it true?"
"I mean, he's nice looking and all, but I don't think he's my type". It was the truth.
Melissa gave a little laugh, "yeah, you got that right". What a bitch, I thought.
I heard the toilet flush, and a few seconds later I hear a loud bang coming from the stall, which made all of us jump. Patty strode out of the stall and made a beeline for Becky and Melissa, with that same mean face she puts on when she plays volleyball. She walked right up to Becky and me.
"You girls done washing up?" she asked them. You could tell from her expression that she wanted some trouble. Patty had almost thrown down with Melissa before, so they knew this wasn't a bluff.
"Chill, Patty. We're just talking" Becky said. Boy, it was a good thing Melissa hadn't opened her mouth. Patty really hated her.
"Actually" Becky continued, "we were about to tell Eva about a party at Jason's house tonight. His parents are out of town for the weekend, but they're leaving early today." She paused. "Tom should be there" she added to me.
"Cool" I said, "thanks for letting me know. I'll think about it."
Becky glanced over to Melissa, and the two of them left the bathroom together.
"Fuckin' skank bitches" Patty muttered. Emily was joining us now.
"What do ya think, should we go?" I asked.
"Not with them hoes there" Patty said. I looked over to Emily for some unbiased advice.
"I've heard about those parties" she said, "They're good if you want to get wasted and laid. You can bet those football players like to get rowdy too. If you're into that kind of thing." I could tell from Emily's expression that she was not.
"Girl, we need to use those fake I.D.'s we got from Oscar and hit the clubs" said Patty. She was always bringing up the clubs, cuz that girl loved to dance.
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