Do you remember what it was like, being in high school?
The insecurity, the lack of confidence, the self-assured ignorance, the hormones, the gossip, the jealousy, the flaky friends, the obsession with popularity.
Oh, and the firsts. You can’t forget all of those first times for everything in high school. First time driving, first time sneaking out of my parents house, first time giving a guy blue balls, first time kissing until my lips hurt, first time giving a blow job, first time having sex, first time having sex in the back of my car, first time falling in love, first time heartbreak.
For some reason, I always think back to that first time with Jordan. He was so sweet, and we were so innocent, so ignorant. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was the first time I had ever experienced another person touching my body, caressing my skin, desiring each other so fully that we would have done anything to just have each other. In those moments, our concept of the world went no further than each other. We had everything we needed in each other. We thought it would last forever. But that was part of the beauty, part of the appeal, part of the magic of those first times. We were under a spell, cast by a limited understanding of the way love and relationships work.
When I first moved to Bluefield I was nine years old. Jordan lived down the street and he and his younger brother came by our house to invite us to play. My older brother and I went to play basketball with them, and it quickly became an after school routine. We’d ride bikes, play baseball, kick a soccer ball, jump on the trampoline, or play video games. I was just one of the boys for years. These guys were my best friends; especially Jordan, who was the same age as me.
I remember when we stopped hanging out. We were in eighth grade. A high school boy asked me out on a date, and, somehow, I talked my parents into letting me go with him. My dreamy high schooler was a tall, built, football player named Drew. Soon thereafter, I started sneaking out to go to high school parties to see Drew. I loved dancing with him, and I loved how popular he was, and I loved how popular it made me to be his girlfriend. However, I didn’t have strong feelings for Drew himself. Sure, we had fun together, but I knew, deep down, that he wasn’t a good match for me.
Because I knew he wasn’t “the one” for me, it was a lot easier to sidestep his advances, and keep our physical relationship to just kissing, even though we dated for over a year. Honestly, though, he wasn’t that good of a kisser. So that was a red flag that doing more with him might not be enjoyable.
Ultimately, the more I hung out with Drew, the less I saw Jordan.
After I finally broke up with Drew, I dated another guy named Sam.
Sam was a much better kisser, but it still didn’t feel right to do more with him. I dated Sam until Sophomore year. But then we broke up.
Then I went on dates but didn’t have a steady boyfriend. I still snuck out of my parent’s house; I still partied with friends; and I still hung out with the cool crowd.
Our Junior year in high school, Jordan and I had two classes together. We ended up sitting next to each other in both classes. I always felt a little bad for Jordan, since I had successfully become a “cool” girl, and he was still kind of a nerd. He was cute though. He had hit a growth spurt the previous year, and he was over six feet tall. He had spent the previous summer with his uncle in South Dakota, on a cattle ranch. Jordan came back with a tan, more muscle, and a swagger he hadn’t had before. It definitely got my attention, but he remained in the realm of nerd-dom. Nevertheless, he was pretty quiet, he was smart, and I was left always wondering what he was thinking. He was mysterious in a way that other guys weren’t.
When my parents caught me sneaking out one night and grounded me, taking away my driving privileges for one month, I thought about Jordan, and his beat up pickup truck. I felt this little glimmer of hope that my bad fortune might have a silver lining. I tried to bring myself to call Jordan for a ride to school on Monday, but I couldn’t get myself to dial the whole number. What if he hated me for not hanging out with him for the last few years? What if he judged me for getting in trouble?
I called my friend Jennifer instead.
On Monday morning, Jennifer picked me up before school. Of course, she was late, so she had to drive like a maniac to get to school on time. Once we finally parked the car and got our stuff, we heard the two-minute bell. I took off running, knowing that one more tardy would put me in after-school detention.
After sprinting several hundred yards, I finally arrived at my classroom just as the final bell rang. I caught Jordan’s eye as I rounded the desks at the front of the classroom. He had seemed to be looking at my backpack on my shoulder.
Once I successfully sat at my desk before the bell stopped ringing, I looked over at Jordan and smiled. He seemed like he was embarrassed about something, which made me self-conscious. I looked down at my shirt, which was turned a little bit to the side from running. Where I had been holding my backpack on one shoulder, my shirt slipped over to show my bright pink bra strap. I realized that must have been what Jordan had seen. I blushed, thinking about him looking at my bra. I wondered if part of his mysterious thoughts were about doing dirty things.
During first period, I didn’t hear a word the teacher said. I was too busy thinking about how to cross my legs in a way that didn’t make it too obvious that I wanted Jordan to look at me. My smooth legs still had a bit of a tan from the summer, and they were on display under my short skirt.
I caught him looking at my legs just once that whole period. After class, I smiled at him and walked quickly to my next class, hoping he would watch my skirt sway as I walked away. I decided that when I saw Jordan again in third period, that I would just come out and ask him about giving me a ride to school while I was grounded. But the more I thought about it, the more nervous I got. I still wondered if he held any grudges against me.
Third period was biology. We listened to our teacher lecture about cell reproduction for what felt like hours, and then he told us to discuss our next lab assignment with our lab partners.
Jordan teamed up with his usual partner, Luke. They were probably the smartest two kids in the class. I teamed up with a girl named Tonya, who always expected me to do all of the work. The rest of the class was frustrating, especially because I wanted to catch Jordan before he left to ask him the momentous favor.
The bell finally rang, and I practically ran over to Jordan. He and Luke were still talking about their lab, debating on asking the teacher if they could do an extra experiment.
I smiled shyly and said, “Jordan, sorry to interrupt. If you have a sec, could I ask you a question?”
Luke looked shocked that a girl would consider talking toward his general direction, and just stared at me.
Jordan stood up and started putting his notebook in his bag. “Sure, what’s up?”
We took a few steps together and I stopped walking and shuffled my feet for a few seconds. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. It’s not like I was asking him on a date or anything. I was just asking for a ride, for heaven’s sake. I finally said, “I was wondering if, maybe, you could give me a ride to school for a little bit?”
Jordan looked genuinely happy and said, “Yeah, anytime, Carrie.”
I felt so relieved. “Thank you so much! I’ll tell you the whole crazy story later. Do you think I could get a ride home today?”
Jordan kept smiling. He said, “Absolutely. I’m parked over by the entrance sign. I’ll meet you out there after school.”
I said thanks again and then ran off to my last class of the day.
After school, I told all of my friends I’d talk to them later. I didn’t want Jordan to have to wait on me. I ended up getting to his truck before he did. He didn’t have a tailgate, so I just sat on the back of his truck, swinging my legs. I didn’t hear him approach, but I felt like I could feel someone looking at me. When I looked up, I just barely caught him looking at my legs again. He smiled and said, “Hope you weren’t waiting long. You ready to go?”
I nodded and jumped off the truck. He said, “I don’t lock the doors. You’re welcome to make yourself comfy if you beat me out here.”
I opened the door and sat on the bench seat. “Thanks. I just didn’t want you waiting on me. Thanks so much for the ride. I can help with gas or something if –”
He cut me off. “No way. It’s no trouble, and it’s not out of my way at all.”
I told him about getting in trouble, and he said he wasn’t surprised that I’d gotten caught. He instantly thought of a better way to sneak out, and how to keep my timing more precise as to not get caught.
I teased him about how I didn’t think he ever thought about sneaking out of his house, since I never saw him at the parties. He just mentioned that I’d probably be surprised what he thought about.
I really liked how smart he was. But he didn’t talk down to me. He was just confident in his ability to think through problems and come up with good solutions. After he dropped me off at my house, I realized that I had been flirting with him a little bit. I laid out my outfit for the next morning, wanting to look cute for Jordan. I loved catching him looking at my legs, and I wanted to give him more opportunity to do so.
The next morning, when he pulled into my driveway, I ran out to greet him, with an added bounce in my step. When I climbed into his truck, he said, “You look nice today.”
I wanted to tell him that I hoped he’d like my outfit. I wanted to tell him that I wore it just for him. I wanted to tell him that I needed him to touch my leg and tell me if he liked my smooth skin.
I caught myself blushing and all I said was, “Thanks.”
We walked into to school together, going straight to our first period. We had quickly fallen back into a friendly, joking conversational rhythm, just like we had when we were younger.
Unfortunately, we had to stop talking once class started, but we talked after and then at the beginning of third period, we were talking about a game we had made up as kids and were laughing really hard when my lab partner, Tonya, sat down in front of me and said in a snobby tone, “Are you guys dating or something?”
We both stopped laughing and just looked at her for a moment. I finally said in my best bitch voice, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
Tonya rolled her eyes dramatically. “Gross. You guys are weird. Did you get our homework done?”
I laughed at her and said, “I got my homework done. Did you do yours?”
Tonya rolled her eyes again, “Whatever. It doesn’t make sense for us to both do it.”
I looked over at Jordan and asked, “Any chance of getting Luke to partner with Tonya?”
Tonya said, “What? You can’t be serious!”
Jordan laughed and tried to convince Tonya to switch partners by saying, “Luke does 100% of the work. It’d be super easy partnering with him.”
Tonya thought about it and then said, “Ok. Whatever. I guess I could do that since you two are butt buddies now.”
After Tonya walked away, Jordan and I laughed, joking about what the term “butt buddies” is supposed to mean.
So, that’s how we became lab partners, and that’s how easy it was for us to become friends again.
After a week of riding to school together, and a week of my wearing short skirts everyday, one morning when I got into Jordan’s truck, he looked at my legs and said, “You seem to be wearing more skirts lately.”
I blushed and said, “Do you like it?”
He looked at me, with an eyebrow raised, and then a dumb grin spread across his face. “Is it a bad thing if I do like it?”
I’m sure my blush turned deep red, as I unconsciously pulled my skirt down to cover more of my leg. “I think…”
I had trouble finding my words. I tried again, “I… um… “
Before I could say anything, he reached over and put a hand on my thigh, just at the edge of my short skirt.
It felt like a he had electrocuted me. There was a direct connection between his touch on my leg and an almost painful yearning deep inside of my stomach. I squirmed, and he pulled his hand away. “Sorry. I just…”
I grabbed his hand and put it back on my leg. I just smiled at him. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I had never felt this way when a boy touched me. I wanted to do more, but I wasn’t sure what “more” meant. We were going to be late for school if we sat in my driveway any longer. I finally said, “Maybe we should go now.”
He pulled his hand away, and backed his truck out of the driveway. After we were driving, he said, “What are you doing tonight?”
I blushed, wondering if he could read my mind. I had been thinking about him coming over and laying in my bed with me.
I thought about if I had plans. I finally said, “Nothing. Why?”
He looked at me quickly, trying to keep his eyes mostly on the road. He said, “Want to come over and play video games?”
I bit my lip, thinking about how I was grounded. I asked, “Can we call it homework, so that my parents will let me?”
He smiled and said, “We can call it whatever you want.”
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