My life had taken a turn for the unreal. Two sexual encounters with Sara, a girl who until now I could only dare to dream about. Since our fun in my car Sara and I had turned into a full fledged couple. We went out on weekends to the movies and dinner, and usually back to one of our houses for some extracurricular fun. All the guys in school were completely jealous of me, and the girls were wondering what I was doing to keep her satisfied. You see I wasn't exactly Mr. Popular or Cool or really anyone important until now all the sudden. After we had been together for five months I even began to wonder how the hell I was enough for her, I wasn't THAT interesting.
Our conversations began to take a turn for the worse when I started getting paranoid. "Hey Sara how was your day?" I would ask.
"Great! How was yours?" Would be her innocent reply.
"Great? What the hell? Are you sleeping around or something?" Blunt, yet stupid, I was always proud of my poise. She started out flattered that I worried about her, that quickly turned to annoyed over my lack of trust and soon to anger concerning my stupidity.
"You should learn to keep your mouth shut before I really get offended and leave you." Was a typical statement made by Sara during these rough times. Usually followed by my grumbled response with the word, dammit, mixed in.
On one of these enlightening days after just such an argument, we parted ways because I thought she could use some time to cool down. I proceeded down the halls to my next class a little worried that she might be really ticked off this time and dump me. So I thought I could do some damage control through one of her friends, Jess just so happened to be in my next class and it seemed ideal.