Being More Social - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Being More Social - Chapter 9

... asked, looking it over. Paul gave me a weird look. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked me. "What the heck did Megan do to you?" I could feel myself blushing. He noticed and mischievously smiled. "Yup, I hadn't forgotten." He added coyly. He glanced at the clock. "You waiting for your parents?" I looked at the clock too. It was well after six. I hadn't texted her yet, but mom would be off work by now. I nodded at Paul and got ready to take out my phone. "Well then, text them back and tell them not to worry. I'll give you a lift." He said nonchalantly, getting up and moving towards the parking lot. I put my phone in my pocket and followed him, matching him with silence until we got to his car. "So, I'm guessing you made up with Megan." He suggested as we both got in. I put my face in my hands. I already explained the whole thing to one person, and I was not ready to do it to another. "Yup," I simply stated. "We sorted out our differences. Now we're together." "Wow, that was quick." Paul remarked. "You grade nines do move fast. I mean, just last week you were-" "Sorry, when you offered to give me a lift was it you being kind or was it an excuse to judge me?" I interrupted. Paul said nothing as he started the car. "Point taken." he admitted. "I apologize." "I'm sorry too." I mumbled. "Why?" He asked me. "I was mean to you when you first gave me a lift, and now I'm being mean again." I said, looking straight ahead. "These last few weeks have just been hell and I've just been ...

... really frustrated. I guess I kind of took it out on you." "No worries." Paul waved me off. "We all have those moments in our life. You've just got to love teen drama, don't you?" He laughed sympathetically. "I hate it." I said immediately, not even bothering to mirror the humorous nature of his comment." "Yeah, it would just be better if you could avoid it altogether, wouldn't it?" Paul asked, pulling out of the parking lot. "No kidding." I agreed. "Yeah, I mean, life would be so much better if you... Avoided misunderstandings." Paul suggested. "Were never in an awkward situation. Never had people mad at you. Never been in compromising or vulnerable positions. Avoided dumb people. Never made mistakes. Never got invited to parties. Always did the right thing. Never did drugs or alcohol. Stayed abstinent. Didn't talk to anyone ever. Died alone, without ever really understanding people." A coy smile was on his face when he finished. "What, are you regretting your high school life?" I quipped bitterly. "Ha ha." He replied sarcastically. "I'm just saying, what you're experiencing right now is real emotion. It feels bad, I know, but it prepares you to be a better person in the future." "And what if I want to be a better person now?" I asked him. "All of a sudden it's like I'm the bad guy, the asshole. And it's not just now. I feel like I've been the asshole for a while now and couldn't see it. What can I do to change that?" "I think you already have. In fact, just now." Paul answered. ...