That Boy

Okay, so maybe not zillions, something like 80,000.

Whatever.

Don't rain on my parade because this is truly thrilling for me.

“Hey, Jay,” Da

So I do, with Phillip guarding me. I run as fast as I can down the field of MEMORIAL STADIUM!

Sorry!

And look for the throw. I'm thinking this is not the best pass that Da

WOW!

Brushing myself off, I walk back to Da

As I hand him the football, he says very seriously, “You missed, Jay. You owe me your shirt.”

What?

“No way, Da

“Yeah I did,” Da

Phillip grins and shakes his head, “Yeah, I think I did.”

Ugh. He is such a liar!

“Well, even if you did, that was a shitty pass, and I shouldn't have even tried to catch it.”

“Yeah, but you did,” Da

I look around the field again. There are a bunch of players still mulling about, but no one is paying any attention to us. The only person even watching is some equipment dude, who has a bag of footballs for Da

“You just want to see my bikini top, don't you, Da

“No, not really. I mean I'll see it later anyway,” he says, very convincingly. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders. “Just trying to play fair.”

I look to Phillip, but can see he is going to be of no help in the matter.

Whatever.

“Fine,” I say.

I'll show him.

I throw my shoulders back, hold my head up high, pull the elastic from my hair, and shake out my ponytail. I saunter towards Da

Practically like a stripper.

God, if Dad saw me now, you could forget grounding. He'd have me chained to my bed for the rest of high school.

Da

I pull the shirt over my head and punch it into Da

I hear equipment dude mutter something that sounded strangely like, God Bless America, and I can tell the mulling about has stopped and people are watching.

But I don't really care about that. I just need to win.

I line up opposite Phillip and just a second before Da

As I anticipated, Phillip looks straight at them. I mean he's a guy, he can't help himself. So he is caught a bit off guard when I tear past him. I run full bore down the field, but feel him gaining on me. I turn, jump up, and catch a perfectly thrown pass from Da

Shoot.

I really wanted that bossy boy's pants.

Big parties in Westown are usually held in a cornfield somewhere out in the boonies. This party is kind of hard to find, but I can see there are already a ton of cars here. As Lisa parks, my mind is on Jake. Jake and I have been dating, off and on, for over a year. I really like Jake, but love him?

That's the big question.

I tell him that I love him, but I'm not sure that he's like the REAL love of my life. I just can't really picture myself married to him. I mean, he's no prince. But he's a decent high school boyfriend, and we usually have fun.

Well, we have fun when he's not being a jerk.

Which is why our relationship has been as much off, as it's been on.

Jake was quarterback of this year's football team. Granted they sucked, but can you imagine how hard it would be to follow in Da

Jake probably won't even go to college. It's not that Jake's not a smart and athletic guy. It's just like he's missing something, like the drive to succeed. His bangs are always falling onto his face, and you never know for sure what's going on behind those dark, smoldering eyes. He's a sexy combination of athlete and bad boy. He has a hot, casual look about him.

Like he'd skip school and say who cares, lets go on a picnic.

Not that he's ever done that.

Or hop on my motorcycle and we'll just ride, with nowhere in mind to go.

Okay, never done that either.

I think that's the big difference between Jake, Phillip, and Da

When I think about the kind of guy I want to marry, I think I might prefer someone who knows where they are going. I mean a prince pretty much has his whole life pla

I do know some things. I know I want to go to college, but I'm not sure where. (I'm not that bad though, I do have it narrowed down to two.) I want to have a successful career, but doing what? (Maybe an architect, but how do I know if it's right?) I want to marry a great guy, but don't know who. I want to have kids someday and be a great mom, but not sure I'll know how.

You know life is weird. There are times I feel so grown up and like I know everything I need to know, but then I think about the future and realize how little I do.

Sometimes being a teenager sucks.

But back to Jake.

It took me forever to figure out what to wear tonight. Normally, I would just be in jeans, a cute fitted T-shirt and te

But not tonight.

Tonight, I want to make an impression. Tonight, I am finally going to do it with Jake.

Why am I finally going to do it with Jake?

Well, I'm still not 100% sure on that. I mean Jake definitely wants to, and I have made him wait for over a year. Well, sort of, I mean every time I start to think I am ready, we usually get in a fight about it and break up, but this time we have gone a whole month without a break up, and he is really wanting to. It's pretty much all he talks about. And I don't know why I have waited so long anyway. Lisa has been doing it for a long time now, and Katie's doing it with Billy Prescott, and they've only been dating for like two months, but she is very certain he's the love of her life. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, so I mean I'm officially an adult and all. I just don't really feel like one yet. And then there's the whole am I really that in love with him, and is he really the one thing. So even though I'm not sure about every detail, I do feel like it's time. I mean part of me just wants to get it over with!

Months ago, I told Katie and Lisa that Jake wanted to take our relationship to the next level, so they drug me to Victoria's Secret. With their urging, I bought a fuchsia and black stretch lace bra and matching low-rise, thong panties. Lisa says wearing the high ones and showing them is soooo tacky.