Page 88 of The Revenge You Seek
Not gay then. Okay. Noted.
"About what girls want. About what might impress her."
"Did you ever get her?" I ask, although I already fear the answer.
I take a sip of my water.
"Yeah, gave her my virginity."
The water in my mouth comes flying out with my shock, soaking him and his laptop.
"Shit, I'm so sorry," I say in a panic, reaching for a towel to help dry him up—or more so his beloved laptop. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I didn't expect that end either."
"So what happened next?"
He chuckles at me. "She kissed me on the cheek, told me that I was cute and that I was welcome before she left for college."
"Ouch. That's cold."
"Nah, I lived out my teenage fantasy. It was pretty sweet."
"You still want her?"
"No, she's married with two kids."
"How much older was she?"
"Only two years. She didn't last long at college."
"You don't say."
"Your turn. What's your forgettable first time story?"
I think back as a soft smile plays on my lips.
"It wasn't forgettable, actually. It was just like every girl dreams of."
"Oh?"
"My high school boyfriend. We'd been dating since we were fourteen. He had candles, soft music, the lot. It was really sweet."
"What happened?"
My chest pulls tight as I think about him and what happened only months after we gave each other our virginities.
"H-he died."
"Oh fuck, Let. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Well, it's not but you know."
Silence falls between us.
"Huh, guess I ruined the mood a little there, eh?"
"No, no not at all," he says, but I can see the awkwardness on his face as he does.
