There's this chick Liza, right? She's like the shining star in my otherwise drab life. We kinda hit it off and became BFFs since August. Before that, we were rolling with different squads, but then we just clicked and started hanging out together 'cause we had the same goals and stuff. Man, it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns, but looking back, it's a mix of thrilling and kinda sad.
Our story kicked off in the most hilariously awkward way. Seriously, it's funny and mortifying at the same time. Liza's a looker—fair skin, slim, and despite her young age, she's got a pair of... well, you get the picture. And boy, do I have a story about that...
So, it was PE day, and everyone was in their PE uniforms, except Liza. She liked to switch things up, wearing different outfits for different classes. We weren't that close back then, just some casual teasing here and there. But somehow, she thought it was a great idea to drag me, yes, ME, to the girls' bathroom to change into her PE gear. No biggie, right? I'd just wait outside while she changed. Or so I thought.
When we got to the bathroom, it was empty, so she felt safe and started changing. "Chris, stay here and guard the door," she said, making sure no one barged in. A few moments later, she screamed, and in my panic, I rushed inside.
"Chriiiiiis!!" she yelled, and there she was, stark naked—topless, bottomless, the whole shebang. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was frozen, staring at her in her powder blue bra, which was clearly struggling to contain her... assets. She didn't even seem to realize how close she was to me. She hugged me, clearly scared, and then explained why she was freaking out.
"Chris, my clothes fell into the toilet!"
Well, crap. After some quick thinking, I offered her my t-shirt to wear while I took hers. There I was, staring at her almost naked body for a few more moments—bra and panties, the whole nine yards. Luckily, her clothes fit me okay, and mine were a bit big on her but worked out fine. We walked out like nothing happened and got back to class without a hitch.
That whole incident messed with my head. I couldn't stop thinking about it, daydreaming and all. That evening, after cooking dinner, I sat outside, staring at the sky, waiting for the stars to come out, just like I always did. And like clockwork, the memory of that day came flooding back.
PE was our last subject that Friday, and tomorrow was Saturday, so no Liza. I realized I was starting to fall for her, hard. It wasn't just "we're friends" or "we joke around," it was different now.
I remembered our little exchange while walking to PE class...
"You saw everything, huh!" Liza started, unsure if she was mad.
"S-sorry, I just freaked out when you screamed," I replied, noticing her blushing, which was easy to see on her fair skin.
"I thought you wouldn't be mad. I mean, I thought it was okay if I changed and you were there," I tried to lighten the mood.
"It's fine. Just don't tell anyone, promise me!"
"Ta, it's so embarrassing!" she kept on, and I just nodded.
Our classmates noticed us coming in together, giving us those knowing looks. I was dying of embarrassment, and I could tell Liza was too. It didn't help that everyone teased her about Sherwin, another classmate who had a thing for her. Smart, top of the class, great at basketball—Sherwin had it all. Me? I was just this dorky, curly-haired dude who sucked at basketball but was a bit taller than him.