I had a backwards type of puberty: swan came before the ugly duckling. At thirteen I had no acne, my breasts were big, getting bigger, I had a tease of the curve to come to my hips, and tumbling around hills my entire childhood had kept me lean. Also, the secret flirt I thought I was... wasn't so secret.
Its fifth period, Mrs. Simons’—a bird featured nose and plush bosom—is trying to teach us ingrates Pacific Northwest History: Indians, beaver trappers and 8th graders, she’s a brave woman. Rows of desks chop the classroom into fifths.
I walk in, toss my bag on the floor and my body in the desk. I nonchalantly lay my forearm across Trent's desk behind me and ask ever so suave-like: “What’s up?” He snaps my bra strap in response, but doesn’t have time to really answer. Mrs. Simons’ voice interrupts with “Class, gather your things we’re heading to the library for our research day.” We noisily funnel our way towards the library. Trent and I have been unashamedly flirting ever since the seating chart changed and I was waiting for things to come to a head. Our class clusters together around the librarian, Trent and I are standing in the back, and I am being ignored. The druggy, Isaac, has craftily stolen his attention, they’re whispering. The mini-research presentation (that I haven’t been paying attention to) abruptly ends and we’re portioned off into groups of twos and threes. Isaac, Trent, and I are randomly grouped together—awe such fate! Yet, a flirt, a jock, and a slacker don’t get much research done.
As the class is crowding to leave Isaac taps my shoulder, I turn around, and before he says anything his hand shoots out and gives my left breast a pinch. I react by giving his smirking face a great smack. Trent’s face cracks with laughter.
It turns out Trent dared Isaac to grab my breast to gage my reaction if he did it. Of course I did not welcome Isaac’s attentions, and I am ashamed to say that if Trent had done so I probably would have pouted a little, but would have been fine with it (but I truly will never find out on that account). Isaac got suspended for a week and I stopped flirting with Trent, the seating chart had changed.
Hello Josh.
Oh hey Cody!
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