"Anna, come downstairs, the lesson's about to start!" Bree shouted. I ran downstairs because we both had to secure seats or else we'd be standing for four hours straight. We managed to secure our seats next to Stephen. I was shocked as hell to see him in the lesson because he never attended these. But then I couldn't say anything because I wanted to avoid trouble.
After the first two periods, Bree and I were starving, so we went to get something to eat, and when we got back, our seats were taken. "Let's just go to one of the empty classes and eat, I'm starving," I said. Bree looked at me with hunger in her eyes. "I could literally eat a whole person right now."
I looked at her and laughed because she'd say that and still not eat much. We went to the empty class and saw Debbie, a classmate of ours, and Stephen. Stephen was laying his head on Debbie's lap and he was sleeping. Turns out Stephen was hammered. Debbie wanted to leave the class and asked one of us to come and take her place, and Bree pushed me to Stephen. As usual, I couldn't say no, so I took her place.
He later woke up and noticed he was sleeping on my lap and not Debbie's. He just left. Bree kept saying, "Seems like you made him angry," but I didn't even care—the guy is literally always angry.
Not long after that incident, Stephen started approaching me and talking to me, teasing me almost all the time. And as you know, it's always the bad guys—I started developing feelings for him.
I told my friend, and she said I should be careful because Stephen is always going to be Stephen, he does what he does. In other words, everyone knew him as a guy that plays girls. I even heard a rumor that he took a video of himself having sex with a girl and the girl didn't know. But as usual, stubborn me didn't listen.
Later on, we graduated from talking to going to his house, until one time it was just us alone in his house. And then we talked about a lot of things. It all happened in a blur. I've always been someone people easily open up to, someone who's always there to hear people out, but no one's ever there to hear me out. And I was already used to that by then.
I was so surprised that the same guy everyone saw as the big, bad, nonchalant type, someone never capable of feelings, was the same guy telling me everything about himself. It turned out that Stephen wasn't from a wealthy background. The whole reason he was putting up that "big guy" character was so people wouldn't see him as less or talk down on him.
Then he asked me if I had a boyfriend. At that point, I didn't even know how to answer, so I told him no—which was true because I'd never had one. Then he asked if I had ever been kissed before, and that was where I lied. I told him yes, even though I hadn't. I just had to say yes so he wouldn't see me as a nerdy, goody-goody girl.
Long story short, he kissed me—and well, it was my first kiss. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. It felt warm, and my heart beat faster than usual. I hugged him, trying to hide my blushing. I'm pretty sure he thought I was crazy.
So we started dating, and after a while, we had sex. It was my first time. I never thought it would be that painful. But I never knew I was making the biggest mistake of my life, a mistake I wouldn't be able to correct till now.