When I was 11, I was a cheerleader and very popular. I enjoyed making up my hair and putting on makeup. I tried my hardest to be a young lady because I was the only woman around the house. Yep, it was just daddy and me.
I entered middle school at that age. I was so happy. It meant that I was that much closer to being a high school cheerleader. I couldn't wait for that honor. I just knew middle school would fly by, but that's not what happened. It actually turned out to drag on. Why? Because I managed to fall in love. God, first loves are hard.
My first love came in the form of Taylor Johnson. She was so cool. I actually thought she was a guy. She always hung out with all the other guys and she is wonderful at basketball. She was lean and muscular, but soft. She had this wonderful goofy grin. It made my heart jump the first time I saw it. I had never been so attracted to a boy. There was just something special about "him".
I started out my year thinking I didn't have a chance. There were lots of girls at my school prettier than me. I was excited to figure out that we had classes together, but she always seemed to be trying to ignore me. I always wondered why.
I was so excited when I started cheering, but soon I figured out she was on the basketball team as a starter. I love watching her play basketball. She has a graceful way of doing it that no man could ever even come close to.
I remember the first time we spoke. It was one of the games in the first semester of our seventh grade year. She made more shots than any other player on the team. Our team won by a lot.
We had just finished our celebration cheer when I saw Taylor by the water cooler. I decided to try and go talk to her. Now keep in mind at this time I thought she was a boy.
I walked up behind her. She must have thought I was a team mate because she handed me some water.
"Thank you," was all that I could say.
I decided to inquire about her name. "Hey, what's your name? You're really good." She looked at me and I smiled. She turned away quickly. I wondered if maybe I did something to make her hate me.
"Um, name's Taylor." I loved that voice it was husky but in a soothing sort of way. I had never heard such a voice from a boy, so I had to say it.
"Well hello Taylor. I'm Melissa. You know you have a pretty girly voice.
She turned and cocked an eyebrow at me. "I am a girl."
I felt my face get hot. "Oh, really? Sorry I just assumed you were a boy because you always hang out with the boys, but that explains why you have such girlish features." I couldn't help but to look down.
"It's alright." She said in her soothing voice.
I looked up and gave her the best smile I could muster. "Well I gotta go." I quickly returned to my friends.
By the end of our seventh grade year, I noticed she had grown out her hair. I often wondered if I had something to do with it.
Eighth grade year started. I started to wonder if I was maybe gay, but I decided I couldn't be. A football player ask me out, so I decided to go out with him. Everytime we were together, he always wanted to kiss, but the entire time we kissed I couldn't help but to think of her. I also noticed that she had started to change. I used to spend hours wondering what had caused the change.
It was almost at the end of our eighth grade year that I decided to try and talk to her again. I went up behind her and said, "Hey Taylor, um, could you hand me some water?"
She turned and glared at me. "Get your boyfriend to get it. He's right there." She pointed at him and then walked away.
What did I do to her? It almost sounded like she was jealous. Oh, God. What do I do?
Soon, middle school was over and I was glad. It meant I could finally move on. I ended up breaking up with my bf. Things just went downhill after what happened with Taylor. I don't know why. I was so happy about going to high school. It meant so many new opportunity, but it gave me so much more.
Finally summer was over and my first day of high school was great. I met up with the girls and even this really hot jock ask me out, so I said yes.
I got onto the varsity cheerleading squad with flying colors. High school was actually turning out to be quite nice.
The first time I saw Taylor again was when I was sitting in my bf's lap. She walked by the table. Tyler jumped up to go talk to Taylor. I don't know exactly what she said to him, but he wasn't happy.
The next day at math class I decided to ask Taylor about it. I wrote on a letter, "Why did you turn down Tyler?"
She wrote back, "He's not my type."
I wanted to know what her type was, so I wrote, "What does that even mean? What is your type?"
She wrote back, "I don't know."
Now I was getting frustrated. I wrote, "If you don't know your type, then why turn him down?"
"I don't know. It's none of your fuckin' bussiness."
This pissed me off. "I was only asking, you don't have to be such a bitch."
"I wouldn't be one, if you would mind your own bussiness."
Now I was just sad. "Fine, whatever. I just wonder what happened to you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were so nice the first time I met you. I wish you were still like that. Then you wouldn't have been so mean to Tyler."
She wrote back, "Did it ever occur to you that you had something to do with the whole thing?" This hit me like a brick. I decided to finish this in person.
When she went outside, I grabbed her by the arm and ask, "What did you mean?"
She jerked free and replied, "Just drop it."
I wanted to know the truth. I jumped in front of her. "No, tell me what you meant."
She grabbed my arm and led me to the deserted yard behind our school. I guess she did it because people were staring.
She said something I never expected to hear. "I like you okay? Now go have a good laugh about it with your boyfriend and all those other snobs." She turned and ran.
I just sat down on the grass. My mind was swirling. Oh my God, she feels the same way. My heart was thumping.
I knew even before I got home that I was going to try and be with her. God, I love her so much. I called to break up with my bf. It was hard. I felt terrible. I didn't sleep at all that night. All the what ifs were swirling in my head.
The next day was a blur up until lunch. I was so tired. I went into the deserted yard to clear my head during lunch. I sat down and rested my head on my knees.
Soon I heard someone come up. I didn't have to lift my head to know it was her. It took her a little while to come up to me.
"What are you doin'?" She asked.
I just looked at her and then I had to turn away. My mind started to swirl again.
She knelt beside me. "So why did you break up with him?"
"I don't know," is all I could reply.
She ran her gentle fingers through my hair. It made my neck tingle, so I turned to look at her, and I sighed.
She was staring intently at my face. Then she leaned in and kissed me very gently. My heart exploded. When she pulled away, I couldn't help but to smile a little.
The bell rang. She looked around. "Do you want to go class?"
I just shook my head no. She looked around again. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me into the grass.
We kissed on that grass for I don't know how long. She was very gentle with me. She kept her hand behind my head. My body exploded when she first slipped her tongue into my mouth. It felt so good to have it messaging mine.
After a while of kissing, I gradually noticed her tongue message doubled with my sleepiness was putting me to sleep. She stopped kissing me when she noticed this and looked at the half awake me and smiled. She gently kissed my forehead.
She stood up and pulled me to my feet. "School's about to end."
I sighed. "Okay, well I guess we need to part."
Taylor leaned over and gave me a few more pecks.
God that was a great afternoon. Although now is so much better.
Now Taylor and I are eleventh graders. We have been dating for almost two years and things are wonderful. Thankfully my friends were pretty accepting. I guess it is because Taylor is better at sports than most guys at our school, so pretty much everyone accepts her. Which is great considering we are considered a school couple. I love how things are going right now; they couldn't be better.
It is Friday now and Taylor is staying tonight at my house because my father is out. I decided to open my eyes and look at her. We are currently naked and I am snuggled up against her back. She seems to be thinking about something. I wonder what it is. I decided to blow on the back of her neck. She loves it when I do that.
Taylor flipped around and I gave her my best smile. She smiled brightly back at me and then leaned over to kiss me a little. I decided to snuggle up to her. I was too tired to do anything else.
She pulled back and kissed my forehead. I snuggled my head under her neck. Soon I felt myself slipping into sleep. It wasn't long before we were both asleep.