High school boys are no more grown up then when they were 12. The only thing that’s changed is there appearance. Actually, one other thing has changed. now that they’re in high school all they can think about is having sex, or anything of a sexual nature. Yet it is this obsession with sex that makes them still so immature.
Douglas Preston is a boy I’ve know since the third grade. I’ve always considered Douglas one of my friends. He used to be funny, charming, and cute in a goofy sort of way. Sometime between freshman and sophomore year he grew into his goofiness and now he’s one of the most sought after guys in school. Especially ever since he made the football team this year.
The only class Douglas and I have together (since I’m in honors classes) is health, go figure. I was waiting for class to start when Douglas and two of his new meathead friends, both seniors, came barreling into the room.
“Did you see what the new girl in history was wearing?” Michael Harding (the alpha male) practically drooled.
“Oh yeah,” David Corey answered, “Her top was so tight you could just about see everything.”
Michael winked to his friends and proceeded to tell them, “By the end of the week I’m going to make her mine.”
“Your 18 right, Michael?” I asked as I turned around to face them.
Michael glowered down at me, “What, you talking to me?”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “and it wasn’t that hard of a question.”
“Yes, I’m 18. Is there a point to this?” Michael asked.
“Well, the point is genius,” I began by rolling my eyes, “She’s 16, which means you’re a legal adult and she’s a minor.”
All three of them looked at me with blank stares. I continued, “That’s rape.”
“I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am. I never have, and never will, force a girl to have sex with me,” Michael said high fiving his friends.
I gave an exasperated sigh, “Well if you so smart you’d know that a legal adult, that’s 18 or older, can go to jail for like 10 years for having sex with a minor, that’s younger then 18.”
They were all completely dumbfounded, couldn’t say a word. Then Douglas, the little shit, had to go and make a comment. “Sorry guys I guess she’s all mine.”
I turned back around in my seat and stared at Douglas. I just stared at him, cause for the life of me I couldn’t think of a word to say to him.
“What?” Douglas asked.
“I don’t know how to respond to that Douglas. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. How could you objectify women like that?” I demanded.
Douglas looked stricken, “You don’t want me to have sex with her?”
“Are you really asking me that? I can’t tell you who you can and can’t have sex with, but it’s as if you only want to sleep with her to say you’ve slept with her.”
He then smiled slyly, “How about this, I don’t sleep with her if you go out with me.”
I was once again speechless by my once good friends choice of words. “I’m sorry did I hear you right?”
“If you want me I’ll swear off all other women. You know I’ve always had a thing for you,” he talk me. His friends were held rapt by the conversation, waiting for my answer.
“Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You won’t have sex with any other girl as long as I have sex with you?” I was hoping I got it wrong and he hadn’t become a complete pervert, in what seemed overnight.
Douglas gave a lopsided grin, “Of course. Just ask anyone, you won’t be disappointed.”
For the third time in the same conversation I was at a loss for words. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned back around and ignored them. I heard the three of them laughing among themselves. I wanted more then anything to believe Douglas had only been joking, but I know I’d only be fooling myself.