I did something wrong, didn't I?
"So, spill it out! How was it!?" Taylor asked me, leaning towards me.
"What? what are you talking abou..."
"You becoming a man, you idiot!" Travis interrupted.
Me, becoming a man? More like I've become a dumb b*tch. I was with my friends in our room being interrogated about what was supposed to be the best day of my life, the day I was finally going to get my manhood inside some p*ssy and discover the mysteries of the universe or something.
I expected the best org*sm of my life, but only the most awkward and humiliating things occurred:
She saying my boobs bouncing grossed her out.
She saying I was sweating like a pig, and that grossed her out.
She saying my p*nis grossed her out.
She saying to stop looking at her boobs because that grossed her out.
In short, I was grossing her out all the time. And by she I mean Candy. I kept thrusting awkwardly afraid of doing something wrong, and didn't enjoy a thing; I even felt my member deflating not long after for the lack of excitement.
In the end she dressed up, looked at me emotionlessly and just said 'I thought I liked you: not anymore I guess' before kicking me out, not caring if some teacher caught me on the girl's dormitory area.
"How many times did you do it?" Taylor asked.
I don't understand: I thought this was love! We should've had a lot of s*x. I even took many packages of cond*ms from the infirmary and practiced putting them on beforehand.
"And why aren't you answering?" Travis said, becoming impatient.
"We broke up" I stated.
Silence.
"But at least you had s*x, no?".
What a pair of dumb*sses.
"Yes, we did" I replied.
"Was it so terrible that you don't want to talk about it?" Taylor guessed right.
"Oh! So that's why you broke up!" Travis commented.
The both started laughing, and when my face became more somber, their laughter grew louder.
"We have to look at the bright side" Taylor said.
"Which is?" I asked.
"At least your hands are still working".
Another round of laughter except for me. I understood the joke, unfortunately.
"I hope no one finds out, for your own good" Travis said.
"Too late. I bet she already told her friends" Taylor replied "By now everyone in our class should know".
Crap. Crapity, crap. Crap!
I put my hands on my head, horrified. I was royally screw*ed: everyone was gonna think I was really a dumb b*tch. My friends soon lost interest in my predicament and ditched me to go play videogames at the entertainment room, while I stood hidden in my room afraid of crossing Candy or any of her friends, who probably already know.
The next day before classes started, I puffed out my chest proudly and reminded myself I was a man; and, as a man, I was not going to cower against some girl anymore. Despite that, I couldn't help but grow nervous as I came closer to the classroom.
"Man up! Don't let them see your fear!" Travis muttered to me.
As we entered, I noticed some sneaky glances towards me but nothing else. I expected a much more embarrassing reaction to be honest, and I also noted my friends were as confused as me. Candy and her group of friends were at the opposite side of the room, clearly ignoring me.
"Hey, haven't you heard something about Alex?" Travis asked a classmate, interrupting her conversation with someone else.
The girl, who I knew as Peyton Sammuels, turned to us annoyed from her seat.
"I don't care about your heartbreaking break up with 'slippery Candy' over there" She said mocking us.
Heartbreaking? Our break up was anything but that.
"Is that all? She or her friends didn't mention anything else?" Taylor asked her.
"Like how you begged her on your knees to continue the relationship, and the tears and yada yada" She said scrunching up her face "She's been telling that story to the whole class. Can you please shut her up? It's disgusting".
Are you kidding me? None of that happened.
Peyton ignored our confused stares and continued her previous conversation.
"Did you really make a scene to win her back?" Travis murmured to me.
"What!? Of course not! Do you even know me?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right. A plastic cup has more feelings than you".
I couldn't care less about the last comment, and walked towards Candy and her group. They noticed and had an anticipating look, expecting a juicy drama to unfold.
"Candy, we have to talk".
People around us started mocking me, making teary and over-dramatic faces at me. Stupid, immature kids: they don't know a thing about love affairs.
"I don't want to" Candy said seriously.
"Then explain in front of everyone what is that about me begging you to not break up..."
"Okay, okay! We'll talk, just don't make a scene again".
What scene? And why our classmates are looking at us amusedly? Someone even made an 'ooohhh' noise that irked me. Candy and I got out of the classroom (not before chasing away some gossipers who wanted to spy on us) and then I crossed my arms to look more serious.
"Okay, what the sh*t is going on? I'm hearing about some sad and dramatic break up, which didn't happen!"
"Lower your voice, you dumb*ss".
I was taken aback: never have I ever heard her saying a bad word, much less against me.
"I wasn't going to tell them we were done because you suck in bed, are you dumb?"
"No, I'm not! But why telling them some sob story instead?"
"That's what I came up with, now shut up and don't tell anyone the truth".
"But I don't want to be seen as a pathetic loser".
She threw me a menacing look.
"I could tell everyone about your weird, sweaty boobs".
I covered my chest instinctively. What a two-faced, cold-hearted, liar b*tch; I can't believe I used to love her.
We returned to the classroom, the other kids still mocking me. My friends asked me about our private conversation and I just told them she was a f*cking liar wanting to look fine among everyone.
I could only hope this gossip about our fake breaking up story passed quickly, and it finally did, only because another rumor grew more popular. Something about an hybrid at this school having a terminal disease.
Me and my friends were discussing it during recess, wondering who this hybrid might be. I didn't know there was another one apart from Bianca.
"I heard the hybrid was an eight-grader" Travis said.
"Wait a minute! Isn't this girl, Bianca, and eighth-grader and also an hybrid?" Taylor asked.
We sat there pensive for a minute, and then we looked at each other in realization, shocked.
"She's dying!? Oh my god!".
So that's why my father's been helping her family! No way, I'm such a dumb*ss for believing those lies from my brother. I let him bully an innocent, dying girl, and I felt so bad for it.
I have to apologize, and give her my condolences (that's what adults do, right?). I kept looking for her during recess, and also at lunch time, but I didn't find her. I couldn't concentrate at all during classes, my thoughts jumping between my dying childhood friend and that liar b*tch (also known as 'Candy').
I decided then to search outside school. After wandering for a while, I spotted her with my classmate Peyton (since when do they know each other?) and another guy I didn't know, who was reaching out to something on a tree.
"Look, Bianca! Little squirrel is coming closer" I heard the guy say.
Bianca blankly looked at him, and Peyton sighed in frustration.
"This is useless; you have a better idea?" She said.
I didn't know what they were doing but I approached them quickly anyway.
"Bianca! I'm sorry you'll die!".
The three of them scrunched up their faces at me, they must be feeling really bad about her imminent death. I think I touched a sensitive topic.
"And you are...?" The other guy asked.
"I'm Alex... Alexander, Bianca's childhood friend".
Bianca tensed and pulled them aside, whispering something I didn't catch. Their expressions towards me changed from slight annoyance and confusion to full annoyance.
"I'm sorry about what my brother did to you" I continued, not liking to be ignored "Now I know my father only wanted to help a dying orphan and I want to make peace with you before your death".
Awkward silence.
The guy looked at me as if he wanted to kill me, which I don't understand.
"Wow, you're such a doucheb*g" Peyton stated. At me. Breaking the silence.
Why is she calling me that? I'm just giving my condolences!
"I'm not dying, you giant moron" Bianca said, dead serious "Stay away from me before your savage of a brother thinks something weird".
She has to be lying. Somehow, she looked weak and pale sick.
"I know you can't forgive me right now, so I won't insist..."
"Just go away and don't bother her anymore" The guy interrupted me.
I nodded and walked away, hearing Peyton shouting 'doucheb*g' again at me.