Prompt number 3 First Love First Kiss, I’m out of my comfort zone. It’s liberating right?
There was a boy, named Peter, I think we were fifteen, same high school, same classes.
Struggling with high school, shy, keeping to myself, noise and smells bothered me to, just as much as people did. Long corridors, bags thrown haphazardly against walls, treading carefully over and around the ones that didn’t make it to the wall. Or that the boys had pushed out between their feet as they wrestled waiting to enter class. Passing the science room smelling the mice, looking in on them at lunchtime watching them spinning themselves stupid around the wheel. I loved to handle them, stroke their soft fur, how they tickled the palm of your hand. Now when I see one, shrieking at the top of my lungs heading for higher ground. How times have changed.
I knew Peter was watching me, doing my best to ignore him, thinking that I must have pen marks on my face, food stuck between my teeth. That my mascara was smudged, stockings torn. He sat two rows beside me, tall, lanky, soft curly brown hair which always flopped around his large brown eyes. Yes I admit I knew all his traits. The way he listened to the teacher when something interested him, sketching on his notepad when he was bored.
At lunch time, his group sat not far from us on the concrete steps of class room 22, we had bagged the steps of 23. I caught him looking our way, their group seemed to creep closer to ours everyday till we merged. I had no words to say, was too shy, I did admire his curly brown hair and the fullest lips I had seen on a boy ever.
He kept sidling up to me encouraging me to talk, I can’t remember what about, I couldn’t quite believe that he was interested in me as I didn’t think I had anything to offer. I wasn’t bright, popular or pretty, just had big boobs. So my thoughts are always, that is what the boys are after, which is why I continued to ignore any advances.
Eventually won me over
Eventually he won me over, walked me home which was a couple of miles out of his way, in fact we passed his home on the way to ours. He lived on a corner, a family of five in a small unit. An expanse of grass at the front with a garden parked against the unit, neat tidy and colourful. We called in one time to say hello, guessing he was seeking mum’s approval.
After a few weeks, we went to the movies, holding hands the whole time, he had collected me from home, yes at fifteen we didn’t have a car, so we walked all the way to the theatre. I can’t remember what we saw, only that he kissed me, with those large lips that I thought were going to swallow me.
After that I couldn’t look at him, surmising that this just wasn’t for me, it’s not that I didn’t like him, I was just too young and inexperienced and clueless about what to do. Besides I was still sure he wanted my boobs and I wasn’t ready to give them over yet.
Next prompt, ten interesting facts about me