“I don’t want a fuck friend.” I didn’t mean to blurt it out.
I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted what Geoff and Thom had.
“Your mother said you were confused. I was worried.”
“I’m not confused.” If there was one thing I was sure of, it was this one.
I woke up the next morning with a headache from hell and Philip moaning Victoria’s name in his sleep. His morning erection dug into my thigh.
I still remember the first time I really talked to the guy. Grade seven. Tall and thin with a geeky side, I was the bullies’ favourite victim. And then came Ryan Beaulieu, grade nine hotshot to the rescue. Last time I was ever bullied.