All characters are at least 18 when the sexual activities take place.
15 years old Rob sighs. He just woke up a few minutes ago and is feeling lazy. The boy doesn't really feel like going to school today but knows that he can not skip it. Getting out of bed, he goes into his bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower. After that he puts on his plain clothes. Unlike other young teens, he doesn't really care much about how he looks and never wore fashionable clothes. It's also partly to do with his lack of fashion sense that he doesn't try to make himself look cool, because he knows that he can't. He has a cute face but that's all.
After he's done he goes to the living room where his parents are sitting and waiting for him to join them. They all have breakfast together, with Rob's dad reading the morning newspaper. Rob has a strained relationship with him and his mother. He loves them and also knows that they both love him very much, but they keep on trying to push him to be more like they were. His dad was a lacrosse player back in the day, while his mother was one of the most popular kids in their high school. They want Rob to play sports and make some friends instead of just sitting at home and reading all day.
It doesn't take long before his father starts. "Listen, kid. I know you don't like playing sports but maybe you should try out for one of the teams. It can be good for your confidence," he says. Rob sighs in exasperation. They have already talked about it before last night and he doesn't want to repeat the conversation again. "I can start training you in lacrosse. You've got a good body structure and can move fast. I think you can do very well in the sport if you work hard enough at it. Just think about it for a second."
Rob does consider his father's suggestion, but not really seriously. He doesn't want to be an athlete just because his dad was. But the boy knows he will have to pretend to think about it for a while if he wants his father to stop. Finally he says "I'm not really interested in playing lacrosse dad. It doesn't seem like fun to me. I have already tried training in it before and I didn't enjoy it, so please don't try to make me play again. I seriously don't want to and will probably not put much of an effort in it."
His mother is the one sighing now. "It's okay if you don't want to play sports, honey. But you should think about making friends. Friendships are very important for someone of your age. Trust me, I was a teen before," she tells him, sipping his coffee. If anyone else suggested that he make friends, he would probably laugh in their face. But this is his mother, so naturally Rob doesn't laugh in her face. "It was difficult for me too, to interact with others at all times. I managed to do it though, and you could too. You are a nice boy, Rob. Your dad and I raised you well enough. Just go out there and talk to some of your classmates."
"When you said it was difficult but you managed it, you neglected to mention the part where you succeeded due to your good looks, charisma and confidence. I have none of those things and I'm not going to try to do what you just did, mom, because we are different people," he says. "Now I'd like to go back to eating because I'm incredibly hungry and want to get to school on time, so I can go hang out in the library." He then resumes eating, shovelling food into his mouth as quickly as he could.
Once they are done, Rob washes the dish. He fills up his water bottle and checks to see that he has packed his bag properly. Then he gets into the shotgun seat of the car and buckles his seat belt properly. His mother drives him to school just like every other morning. As she drives, Rob stares out the window, looking at the trees and houses as they pass them. The scenery is rather nice and provides a healthy distraction from his problem, namely, having to deal with loneliness because he has no friends. Maybe his mother is right but he is just too stubborn to admit it.
They arrive within half an hour and he gets out of the car and starts walking up to the main building. Many people around Rob are hanging out in groups, with friends and boyfriends and girlfriends. Rob has none of that but he's okay. Lonely, but still fine. It's not a big deal, he tells himself. He'll be able to make friends when he reaches university in about three years from now. For now he just has to hang on and do his best here to make the most out of his time in high school.
He gets inside the building and heads straight for his locker. The boy wants to retrieve all of his stuff that he is going to need for the day, before going to the library. But it doesn't seem like he will be doing that soon though. Rob notices a girl in his class being surrounded by taller fellow students. Her name is Layla and she is a slightly overweight, brace-wearing girl with acne all over her face. She is also the daughter of the principal. "Look at how ugly you are. No guy would ever want you," Penny, a blonde cheerleader, is deriding her, sneering very contemptuously.
Layla might not look very pretty but Rob knows her to be a genuinely kind person and hates seeing her, or anyone else, being bullied. He watches for a moment as she says "Why are you being so mean to me? Can't you leave me alone please?" The boy could feel his heart breaking as he takes in the hopeless tone in Layla's words. Her voice is shattered and he can feel all sorts of emotions welling up inside of him, including the desire to protect her and tell her that it's okay, and she shouldn't care what those assholes are saying to her.
Penny and her friends imitate her, mocking the African American girl's whining. They laugh at how she is, according to them, pathetic. "You can't stand up for yourself, weakling. Not just ugly but a wimp too, aren't you?" Penny asks mockingly, getting into her face. Layla flinches and cringes backwards instinctively, accidentally spilling coffee on Penny's pastel shoes. "You bitch! How could you? Do you have any idea how expensive these are? You're going to get it now!"
She rears back her hand, preparing to slap Layla across the face. But before Penny could hit the black girl, Rob jumps in and grabs her wrist. "First you insulted her and now you are going to slap her? You are too much of a coward to pick on her by yourself aren't you? That's why you have all your friends standing around as backup," he says, pushing her away roughly before turning to look at Layla. "Ignore these cruel bitches. Their opinions aren't worth anything. Let's get to class now before we are late." He then leads her away from the throng of people.
