Rough Broke

When your classmates start talking about girls, you go along. It's not like you have a problem with girls - they're intriguing, a whole mysterious world of softness and good smells and secret smiles. But when you're alone, when you think about touching people, being touched… it's not always girls you think about. When you're asleep, and you have the dreams that wake you up, sweating and hard, or sometimes past that, it's never girls you dream about. You know it's weird, and wrong, but you've got bigger things to worry about, so you put it out of your mind. It's not like you can control your dreams, right?
Girls start flirting with you, and it's okay. They expect you to do things, so you do. That's pretty much the theme of your life anyways, doing what other people expect, trying not to stand out, so why should it be different here? You kiss your first girl when you're twelve, behind the portable at school, and it's mostly a dare, for both of you, but… it's okay. You get your hands up a girl's shirt when you're thirteen, and, sure, it's just Annie Daniels, who's let half the school feel her up, but still, you're in the right half.