131It all started with a messy room, really. My room has always been such a mess. I can't keep things in an order. The room is small with not much storage and I'm just too busy to have time to clean it, and I'm just not a neat person. My mom was yelling at me about it once again. I felt all kinds of anger and frustration about to explode. My parents and brothers had been chiding me all day. I just couldn't take it anymore! I finally just said, I can't do this. I need a way out. I grabbed my planner and flipped to a page with a number scrawled on it, and picked up the phone.
Flashback to Friday. It was lunchtime, and we were having a study session for Mathletes in Mrs. Jenson's room. I guess you might call us nerds, but most of the kids in there are pretty cool. Mrs. Jenson trusted us to study and was in the teacher's lounge. Selena was joking around, but trying to get to showing us derivatives, which not everyone had learned yet. Selena is a funny, crazy girl. She looks older then she is and has this insane way of dressing. Today she had on a vest made from ties, a miniskirt made from a green garbage bag and bright pink tights, as well as her cat eye bejeweled glasses. Her hair is jet black and very short, highlighted in streaks. She managed to pull off the look. A teacher came in, interrupting Selena telling us a story about her calculus teacher at the community college.
"Excuse me, is it alright if I have a student take a test in here?" The teacher obviously thought that Selena was a substitute.
"If he doesn't mind us talking, I'm teaching them stuff," said Selena enthusiastically. The teacher nodded and sent in a guy. I noticed that he was Stephen, a football player. We all laughed about Selena being mistaken for a sub, then Selena began to teach.
"Derivatives are pretty easy to do," Selena began.
"Wow that sounded dirty!" I interrupted, laughing. Everyone laughed.
"Maggie! I am trying to teach an important lesson here, thank you very much," said Selena with mock indignation.
"Sorry, just keeping the mood light," I laughed. Selena continued her explanation. She was a good teacher, and she even called on fellow teammates to see if they understood as she asked questions. Paul got an answer right.
"Awesome super job, Paul!" said Selena. "I'll do a happy dance for you!" She did a little jig. "Happy dance" was our inside joke from competitions.
"No, no, you're doing the happy dance wrong!" I yelled, and I jumped up and began doing ballet leaps and a nice twirl. Unfortunately, on my final leap I tripped over Selena's feet and made a royal fall into Mrs. Jenson's desk. A burst of hilarious laughing encroached ((I don't care if I used that word completely incorrectly, I just like it)) every interstice of the room. My face was red and I couldn't breathe from laughing, literally tears streaming from my eyes. I saw a smile creep across Stephen's face, and he glanced up every so often from his test in the corner. When we could all finally speak again, and by the way, we were still laughing as we spoke Selena said,
"Oh my god Mags that was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen in my life!" She was bent over double with giggles. I finally got up and bowed, walking back to my seat.
"Hey Mags I've got an idea!" shouted Joey. "Let's take a break from math and have you do a monologue!" Everyone on the team agreed. "C'mon Mag," they whined. They were all staring at me, pleading looks in their eyes coupled with tears of laughter from my magnificent fall.
"Fine!" I yelled, marching confidently to the room and turning abruptly.
"Do some impressions!" yelled Opal. I smiled knowingly.
"O-kay-do-kay, Opalus," I began, doing a dead-on impression of Mrs. Jenson. I saw Stephen glance up from his test. I went through my impressions from Arianna Huffington to Arnold Schwarzenegger to Ellen Degeneres to Selena. The whole class was filled with laughter. I danced around and was a little embarrassed but who cares? It was just stupid Mathletes. Stephen exited with his test. After a particularly hilarious impression of Jessica Simpson Mrs. Jenson walked in.
"I could hear you all the way down the hall, and I have the feeling you weren't discussing trigonometry," she said, scolding us but smiling. "And I think you guys scared the crap out of that kid who was testing in here." We all laughed, Mrs. Jenson was so awesome. But I thought about that for a second. It was kind of awesome. In his world, usually he would be the center of attention, and we would be outsiders, but in our room he had been the outsider, the loser, and we were the cool ones. We did crazy things he might usually make fun of being his outgoing, popular, football playing self. But for just a little while he was shy, and no one noticed him.
I was in a good mood as I picked up my denim messenger bag and left that room, saying my good-byes to my friends. I thought I looked pretty good. I'm not pretty, but I don't think I'm ugly. My face was a little shiny from all that dancing around and I ran a brush through my hair quickly before leaving the room. I was wearing a halter with large stripes and my favorite jeans that day. Surprisingly, I ran into Stephen. Even more surprising was that he came and talked to me.
"Hey," he said, seeming nervous and cautious. "If you ever, um, want to have some fun, just give me a call. You seem like a fun girl." He said this all very quickly. I was shocked.
"Um, okay," I said, grabbing my planner. He quickly scrawled a cell phone number before grunting a "later" and walking off quickly and nonchalantly. It was all so quick, and so weird. A guy coming up to me, and giving me his number? I'd never had a boyfriend in my life, not even slow danced with a guy. This totally cute guy, although a dumb football player, gave me his number!
Back to me picking up the phone. I dialed the number fast so I couldn't change my mind and breathed nervously, listening to the rings. He answered.
"Hey what's up?" he said in his cool guy voice, sounding in a good mood.
"Hi." My voice was shaky, I was practically crying from all the crap in my life. "This is Maggie, you said to call if I wanted to have some fun?" I thought it sounded so stupid.
"Oh yeah," he said confidently. "I'm actually not busy at all right now, so do you want to go do something?"
"Um, sure," I replied. What was I saying? But no, I had to escape. Before I knew it, I was giving him directions to my house.
"I'll be there in 15," he said before saying "later" and hanging up. Shit. I have no time to get ready. I tried to cool off my red face and puffy eyes and did some makeup, pulling up my hair then quickly straightening it with my straightener for a few minutes. I felt amazing. I was rebelling. I grabbed my favorite purse and pulled on my favorite jeans and a spaghetti strap shirt and flip flops. I looked out the window just as his shiny red car was pulling up. Rebels didn't ask their parents permission.
"I'm leaving, be back when I'm back," I yelled out the door as I left, slamming it. I ran up to his car and sat in the passenger seat.
"Hey," said Stephen. His eyes were brown but they were gorgeous and sparkling. He looked so hot.
"Let's go," I said impatiently. He laughed and pulled out of the driveway. We began driving along and reached a light.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked me.
"Uh." I felt really dumb. "Something bad. I'm upset with my parents." I said it quickly, but knowing what kind of guy he was, added, "No drugs or alcohol though."
"Okay," he said with a chuckle. "Well, there's gets boring after a while though." It was so funny to listen to him talk like this. "There's sex."
I looked at him, actually considering this possibility. When would I get the chance to have sex with such a hot guy ever again in my life? I felt weird though. "Are you a virgin?" I asked him. He looked at me as if he didn't know what to say. I bet he told his friends he wasn't.
" .technically." he began nervously, scratching his head.
"Yes or no!" I demanded.
"Yes!" he said, then looked as if he regretted it. "Don't tell anyone though."
"Okay, mastah pimp," I joked. I never wanted to have sex more in my life. For a seventeen year old who had never been with a guy, this prospect was exciting. "Your house then?" He looked unbelieving.
"Seriously? Whoa, awesome!" He was naturally very excited, as any 16 year old boy would be at the prospect of sex. "Are you sure?" he said more carefully. I'd never been more sure of anything in my life.
"Yes I am," I said confidently. I was now so horny. The way I figured, I was 16, and naturally going to be this way. I might as well let out all my sexual tension, what was the big deal really? It was now twilight. We arrived at his house.
"My parents are never here, they stay out late," he said in a 'I don't want to talk about it' voice.
"We should read Cosmo. They always have the best sex tips," I laughed.
"Oh I know, I read it all the time," he said mockingly. He grabbed a condom from who knows wherever teenage boys keep their condom supply. He showed it to me. This was all somehow hilarious even though it was serious. I looked through a magazine rack and found Cosmo.
"Hey, look at this one," I said, showing him a diagram of a sexual position. He laughed.
"Hey, let's start simple," he said. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. We went into his room and closed the door. He turned on his stereo. His room was very clean, I noted. We approached each other. We're about the same height, me just a smidgeon shorter. I'd never even kissed before! He kissed me. It was amazing, I could tell even from one kiss he was a good kisser. I could feel it in my knees. He was so passionate. We made out for such a long time. He looked into my eyes. My eyes are this blue green, and my favorite feature. We were in a trance. Then I took off his shirt. He was tan and muscular even though he's not one of those huge football players. After a while he took off my shirt. We pressed our bare chests against each other. It was beautiful, in the last moments of twilight kissing him.
He kissed down my neck then felt my breasts and licked and sucked on them. It felt amazing, he was so gentle. I was just stuck in the moment, feeling his chest and running my hands through his dark brown-reddish hair. We both took off each other's pants. We built it all up a while, before finally we were completely nude and he climbed on top of me and put on the condom. It was dark and all I could see were his beautiful eyes shining.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts," he said gently. We began to make love, and it did hurt at first but then it was amazing. When it was all completely over it was nighttime. We were both tired. We dove under the covers and I fell asleep in his arms. That was the best part, laying in his bed skin against skin, in his strong arms.