Many Things

It all started five years ago. I was being bullied by some girls in my class. There was this guy I had really liked. I asked him out on a date. I thought everything went fine, but afterward, he told everyone I had **** him. Even though I tried to explain that this wasn’t true, no one believed me.

It all started five years ago. She was being bullied by some girls in her class. There was some guy she really liked. After dropping hints, she finally got him to ask her out on a date. She thought the date went well, but afterward, he started telling everyone she had slept with him. She said it was a lie, but no one believed her.

Girls who liked him would beat me up after class. They would shove my head in the toilet or dump soda on my head. You know, typical girl stuff. I was called a pervert and a ****. It got so bad that I seriously started contemplating taking my life.

Women who were jealous of her would spread more nasty rumors about her. They would talk behind her back and snicker when she walked by. You know, typical girl stuff. She was called a slut and a whore. It got so bad, she seriously started contemplating killing herself!

The day before Christmas break, a teacher took me aside. He said he had heard about the **** allegations and that they were very serious. I tried to tell him the truth, but he said he knew how girls are, and that anything I got was well deserved. He contacted my mother and let her know. She was so angry and disappointed in me. I just couldn’t understand why she couldn’t believe her own daughter!

The day before Christmas break, a teacher took her aside. She said she had heard about how she had lost her virginity. She tried to say that she hadn’t, but the teacher wouldn’t hear of it. Girls shouldn’t be having sex at this age, and she had to face the consequences. She contacted her mother and let her know. Her mother was so disappointed in her. She just couldn’t understand why her mom didn’t believe her own daughter!

The day of Christmas came, and we were having a big get together with family. My aunt even came, and we never hung out with them at all. Supposedly, she had a son about my age. However, I didn’t want to see him or any of the family. As more people arrived, I could feel their judgmental eyes on me. I finally fled to my room.

The day of Christmas came, and we were having a big get together with family. My mother and I even came. We had never gone out of our way to visit family before. Supposedly, my Aunt had a daughter about my age. However, when I got there, I only saw her back as she ran up the stairs. I wondered if she was upset. Her mother told me that she was having relationship problems a school. I decided to follow her upstairs.

I went into my desk drawer and pulled out a rope. If I had a gun, I’d just use that. I didn’t know how to make a noose though, so I was busy wrestling with the rope when he showed up behind me. He startled me so much I almost punched him. When I turned around, I saw the cutest boy I had ever laid my eyes on. He looked bashful and sweet, the kind of guy that was my type.

She went to her bathroom and pulled out some over-the-counter ****. If she had some stronger prescription, she’d just have used that. She didn’t know how to take the lid off though, so she was busy wrestling with the lid when I showed up behind her. I startled her so much she broke into tears. When she turned around, her mouth fell open. I couldn’t guess what she was thinking at that moment.

“Wait, you, your John, right?” I demanded assertively, causing him to blush and fidget.

“Wh-who are you?” she asked, fidgeting slightly.

“Y-yes! I heard you were upstairs, so I wanted to see you.”

“I’m John, your cousin, right? I saw you come up here. What are you up to?”

“Well, you’re seeing me, what is it?”

“N-nothing… I’m doing nothing. What do you want?”

“I heard that you like to read books. Do you have anything good I can try?”

“I heard you had a video game system. Can I play?”

That was how I first met John. I had a meager collection of some fantasy books, so I shared them with him. I sat down, wondering what I was doing with my life, while an actual cute boy lied in my bed. He was in my room reading my books and he seemed completely oblivious to the ways of a girl! I could just push him down on the bed and have my way with him? Did he have no sense of self-preservation? He smelled so good too. Calm down, he is your cousin!

That was how I first met Tiffany. She had a couple of video games, so she let me sit on her bed and play them on her small 22-inch TV. She sat down next to me, occasionally shooting me looks, and then blushing. I supposed it was a little weird to have a strange boy in your room. Why I could push her down at any moment! In fact, Tiffany was really cute! Why did I have to think about pushing her down? Now I was starting to see her differently! Calm down, she is your cousin!

A blush formed on John’s face. “Th-th-this…”

I let out a cry of shock. “Th-this…”

“What?”

“What?”

He pointed at the book.

I pointed at the screen.

This was a portion of the book that had a particularly graphic scene involving sex. This cute boy my age was now reading erotica in my room. When he picked out that book, I had totally forgotten about that scene. My face erupted in red. I couldn’t believe it!

This was a part of the game where someone could create images and then save them for later. On the screen was an erotic image of a girl and a boy. This kind of thing wouldn’t come in the game, so the only answer was… this was something she had drawn when she was bored! Her face erupted in red. I couldn’t believe it!

“P-pervert…” he said.

“Hehe… someone’s a pervert.”

“I am not!”

“I am not!”

The past came flowing back. The last week, the false accusations, anger, frustration, hurt, and pain. Now, even this complete stranger was calling me a pervert. I couldn’t forgive him! I couldn’t do this anymore-

“I like that.”

“Huh?”

“I like that you’re willing to be yourself. No matter what happens. I think we should be friends."

"Really?"

"Yeah, i mean, we're already family, so why not? Whatever happens though, just stay true to yourself. Okay?”

“Y-yeah… okay.”

“Hmmm… let's see what’s next… I’ll look at this one…”

“No… definitely not that one!”