The summer after I turned fifteen was utterly miserable. Lila was different.
First of all, she hadboobs. And my dick acted weird around her. I hated that. She was my best friend, not some chick. Chicks were different than Lila. Lila was special.
Chicks had started falling all over me at the start of last year. It was weird, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d been getting blowjobs since I was thirteen, but I never told her that. The cashier at the grocery store had taken my virginity at the beginning of the summer, and I thought I was hot shit because she was seventeen.
Lila was on a pedestal. If any guy tried to get her to do those things to him, I’d blacken his eye.
Yet, I couldn’t deny that she had been my person for over five years. That didn’t mean I should be looking at her likethat.
The other thing was, she and her friends started spending more time together, and she had less time for me. I hated that too.
When she stayed with her friends, I made sure to spend the night with one of the guys to keep my mind off it. On the nights she was home, we snuck out to the gazebo that had replaced her swing set.
We were all at the lake, and I was trying not to make it obvious that I was looking at her as she laughed with her friends while they lay out in their bikinis. I’d convinced the guys to stand in the water to throw the football because I had a fucking boner.
A boner.
From looking at Lila.
I was going to hell.
“Goddamn, have you noticed that Lila has great tits already?” Mike asked. My eyes narrowed, and I threw the football at his head as he ogled Lila. It knocked him over, and he fell back under the water. We all laughed.
“Hey!” he shouted after he came up above the water, sputtering.
“Quit looking at Lila’s tits,” I grumbled. “That’s fucked-up.”
“Yeah. Those are Lucian’s tits,” Teddy said with a snort of laughter.
“Fuck you. She’s my friend,” I insisted.
“Oh yeah?” Jerry asked with a smirk as he caught the ball from Mike.
“Yeah,” I ground out.
“Huh. Then you wouldn’t care if I asked her out?” Jerry said with a leer as he threw the ball to Todd.
“She’s only thirteen. Leave her alone.” My anger was growing, and I was two seconds away from kicking my friend’s ass.
“Yeah, she belongs to Lucian. Always has and always will,” Todd quietly murmured. He never spoke a lot, so we all swiveled our heads to look at him. He shrugged. “What? It’s true.”
“Whatever,” I muttered as I caught the ball he threw.
The year I turned sixteen, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I asked Lila to be my girl.
She said yes.