Combined with the novelty of my sexuality, the unspoken sexual tension between Adam and me, and the eternal “what if?s” I’ll always have about him, the event described below will always be one of my hottest memories, even after many years. Apologies in advance/a quick N.B. that there is no “real sex” that occurs (if anyone is looking for that).
I first met Adam in middle school, the 6th grade, when we were both scrawny and awkward-looking. Meeting on the swim team, we became friends quickly, teasing each other and always competing to see who would finish the 50M sprint first. He lived in a different town, however, so the only time I ever saw him was at swim practice. After 7th grade, I quit swim team and didn’t see him again for a few years.
Right before I started 11th grade (my junior year), my parents split up, and my mom moved me and my younger brother into the city for her job. I transferred schools, saying farewell to old friends and preparing myself to meet new people. At my new school, I found that there were many different cliques, but that there were people who intermingled between the different groups, and that there was no real “hostility” between groups. Of course there was harassment and loners, but it wasn’t the cliché Mean Girls-esque type of social hierarchy.