i got my first boyfriend back at the end of seventh grade. i’d had boyfriends before then, but never anything more than holding hands during a school dance and saying hi to one another in the hallways.

he was a lot taller than me and had braces and bleached blond hair in a bowl cut. he skateboarded and was infamous for getting detentions for skating in school. back then, we didn’t really do much more than the holdings hands at dances thing too, but once eighth grade began, we were the couple who would get broken up by teachers yelling at us for making out in the halls. i think this was seriously attributed to by the fact that my boobs grew huge over that summer break. our parents didn’t allow us to really hang out at each others houses, since neither one of us had great supervision at home at the time, so we spent every friday and saturday night at the movies, seeing god knows what, just so we could sit in the dark together and touch.

we conveniently planned to do all of the same after school activities to maximize our time together, which led to me joining the cross country team and him joining ski club. after having been together for about half the school year, since we’d been together so long by middle school standards, everyone assumed we were fucking, which was ridiculous because we were only 13. although i don’t doubt he encouraged those rumors for his own ego. around that time, we both got kind of bored with each other, and would cheat with other people on and off. he’d always try to win me back by saying terrible things about the girls he’d cheated with, things like “she’s bulimic and her step brother got her pregnant” and for some reason that did it for me

eventually i figured out what a loser he was when he cheated on me with a girl the entire school endearingly referred to as “leopard” due to being completely covered in lindsay lohan-esque freckles. several years later he came out, to pretty much no ones suprise. so, whatever. the first time i was finger-banged was by a fairy. that’s life.