I was 14 when I first met Greg. I was friends with his girlfriend of the time. She and I used to hang out in class and make fun of our peers. She was in love with Greg. But it wasn’t until freshmen year of high school where things got messy. All the fault being my own.
When I was entering high school, my family moved to a new neighborhood. It happened to be the neighborhood where my friend lived. Little did I know, her boyfriend Greg lived two houses down from me. They argued a lot, and somehow I ended up being a mediator. I cared a lot for my friend and I wanted her to be happy. But Greg was tiring of the relationship with her and began to come over to my house when she wasn’t around. He would make it like he wanted to discuss her, but the conversations turned flirtatious until one day I was hanging at his place and we hooked up. His girlfriend found out and I became her enemy number one.
Greg and I were just friends with the occasional hooking up. He became to be my best friend, one I seriously was crushing on. One afternoon after school, I had one of my good friends over. I told her how I was seriously crushing on Greg. We went over to his place, and one thing led to another where she and Greg started dating. To say I was seeing red would be an understatement. One night we were all hanging out. We were laying in his bed with the TV being the only light. She was on his right and I was on his left. As they were making out, he was feeling me up.
So began my truly bad intent. The day after my 15th birthday, and two days after her birthday, I had sex with Greg. We fooled around to the album Candyass by Orgy. I would’ve gotten away with it had I not opened my big mouth at school to someone I had mistaken for a confidant. My friend, Greg’s girlfriend, found out and stopped talking to me. They broke up and Greg was a wee bit angry with me. Not because they broke up, but because I had a big mouth and got the school talking.
My first time was with Greg and because of me, it was not without the drama. I was in love with him in a way a 15-year-old can love a guy. Greg and I didn’t date until after high school. I was 18 and trying to figure out my life, and he was angry and depressed. He encapsulated traits that I didn’t care for, but I always thought I could be of a decent influence on him.
The day Greg really stopped talking to me was when he came back for a visit – he had moved across the state – and he told me he was in love with another girl we had known in school that he’d dated at one point. He said she laughed in his face when he told her. He told me not to mention it because at the time she was in my circle of friends. Well… if the past is any indication…
One night the girl and our girlfriends were all getting blitzed at the local bar. I was drunk, point blank. I opened my mouth saying something along the lines of how I didn’t mind he was in love with her and how I thought it was funny he wanted to tell me about it.
Greg has not talked to me since. It’s been 10 years.