POV ROSE

Him yes him.
The boy I first met my eight grade year. I didn't know much all I knew was that he brought excitement to the table. He gave me that bolt of pleasure that I didn't know I was hungry for. From that point on I knew I had just entered The Game.

It was simple of course.
Follow the rules and try not to get hurt, the only problem was that my mind wasn't programmed like the other girls my age. I knew how to win this game and not get hurt. The only way to win was to hurt the other person before they hurt you.

But you see I have a problem with that and why it's easy for me to try my best and not get so attached, I'm not emotional capable of feeling the same mutual feelings as my partner does to me. Yet I guess it works out better when it's time to end it.

Like I said before it all started with him and it just spiraled from that point on. It's been four years since I met that boy and I can still remember how it all happened. That day he opened my eyes and introduced me to The Game.

(Flashback)
It was just another regular day after school, walking home with this boy called Mateo. He would always walk me home and we would talk about anything we could think of or ride our skateboards. Well this wasn't any regular day because before the event that occur, the tension was building up between us leading us to this event.

We're just about to hit my street when he pulls me in for a long hug. He let's go but is still holding me and looks down at me. I'm looking into his eyes and see he's not only looking at my eyes but looking at my lips. He starts to lean in closer and somehow an instinct inside me is activated and I go in for a kiss.

This boy gave me my first kiss and it felt amazing due to the fact that I learned it was a French kiss to be exact. And boy was I hooked to that specific type of kissing afterwards.

The way his tongue parted my lips to explored the inside of my mouth. How it felt to suck on his tongue to bitting his lip and getting a reaction from him a sort of grunt. As if he liked how I got a little feisty with him and it turned him on a little more. The way he held me in his arms and how time seem to stop.

But it didn't completely stop and I was back to reality, realization hit me as we said goodbye and I continued to walk home. It all seemed so unreal but it happened and there was no going back from that point on.

(End flashback)

How was I supposed to know this boy would change the whole course of how I thought and acted. I was so pure in thought and action. But after six months with this boy, oh it was just the tip of the iceberg of what I learned so much from just this first boy.

And I kept yearning for more let it be new terminology between a "couple" or let it be something I learned about what I liked done. It wasn't until four years later that I realized this was the start of the game that I got myself into.

How I regret meeting him and wishing I was still innocent but it worked out for high school. For no one is ever truly innocent in high school. So many secrets and so many naughty thoughts, this was only the beginning...