This is about the first girl I ever loved as more than a friend. When I first met her she would beat me up. Eventually though we became friends. We were friends for a year and then one day, something strange happened.
It was last period on a Friday. History class. The most hated class in our school. I leaned back in my chair and tuned out the teacher. I glanced down at myself, judging my appearance. My skin was strangely clear for a 18 year-old's and was a soft caramel color. C breasts and a thick middle. My long arms and legs ending in large hands and feet. I wasn't bad looking but I was awkward. Then again most teenagers are. But not my Shaniqua. She was beautiful.
As a warm spring breeze drifted through the window I could smell her sweet scent. I looked in her direction. She was writing again. She was always writing. I loved to watch her write, concentrating hard on the paper with her long black hair dangling down. It left just enough space for me to see her long, soft eyelashes move up and down as she momentarily glanced at the board. My eyes moved down her body, noticing her beautiful legs and cute figure. She was undeniably Hispanic looking and just a little bit shorter than me. Recently, 18 too, but 3 months younger.
I sighed and put my head on my desk. I loved her. And not just as a friend. I'd thought of her night after night, lusting and yearning for her touch. Wanting her, needing her, but lacking her. But she couldn't know how I felt. She was determinately straight. Still I couldn't help but want her.
She glanced over at me. I pointed at myself, made a heart shape with my hands, and pointed at her. "I love you." She smiled and nodded. She knew. I put my head back down and sighed again.
After school, I trudged home. My mood hadn't improved much. I'm not a crier, generally, but I could help myself when it came to Shaniqua. I know I was just 18, but I knew she was the only girl I'd ever love. I got home and collapsed on the couch. Silent tears slid down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and slipped into senselessness, just thinking about Shaniqua.
I hadn't even heard the door open.
"Jenny? Are you OK?" I sat up at the sound of her voice.