CASY

I stare at the phone screen while recalling the happy memories I shared with him when we were a couple.

We loved each other so much... We were hypnotized with this overwhelming love that I found hard to breathe when we were apart. And yeah, you might think a thirteen-year-old girl and a fifteen-year-old guy can't experience that kind of love, but yes, we could and we did.

I remember how it all started. It was during a geography class where the teacher assigned us to work together on a project. At first, I was nervous because, hello, he was two years older than me and I had a major crush on him, so yeah, plenty of reasons to be a nervous wreck.

We began to work on our project, hence spending more time together. Time passed and we started liking each other, but at the same time Dilara and Valentina also started to get really close to him. That bothered the shit out of me, of course, though I couldn't do anything because I didn't hang with them anymore.

We kept talking and hanging out and a year later at a birthday party I had my first kiss with him, in the eyes of the whole class and, obviously, Dilara and Valentina. At that very moment, they hated me, and stopped talking to me for a while. They wanted to sabotage our relationship so they made up stories about him cheating on me. They tried to embarrass me in front of the whole school and Dilara once kissed him on purpose and posted the picture on Instagram just to piss me off and make me break up with him. A year later, we were still together so they decided to give up on sabotaging our relationship and we all agreed to be friends again. Of course my relationship with Dilara and Valentina wasn't the same anymore. We were "friends" but that was just a title—we all knew things were too complicated for us to be actual friends.

We continue hanging out and partying. Leo and I grew more in love and Valentina and Dilara annoying as fuck, so guys barely payed attention to them, which I can't deny it made me very happy.

On our first anniversary, Leo and I had sex. It was my first time but I was positive it wasn't his, for he knew exactly where to touch a woman and how to make her moan.

That moment was magical... so different from right now. Sometimes, when I recall those moments, I wonder how I was so naïve not to notice the violent side of him. And I also wonder whether the Leo I dated a year ago is the same as the Leo who abuses me and hurts me. They seem like two completely different people...

A year and a half later our relationship went through a hard time. And I may have something to do with it since I... I... I cheated on him. Yeah, you read that well.

When we were halfway through freshman year, an exchange student arrived. His name was Marco D'Angelo and, as you may guess, he was Italian. He was eighteen years old and his arrival, just like Leo's, was scandalous too. Every girl in the whole damn school wanted to fuck him and rightly so because he was one of the most beautiful guys I've seen my whole life. His dark hair and dark eyes matched his pale skin perfectly and his accent... Oh God... that was such a turn-on... And his muscles... He was bulky and after finding out he worked out six times a week, I could perfectly understand why he had a round butt and big arms like The Rock's (okay maybe not that big). He was hot as fuck, but there was a problem—I was dating Leo.

Don't get me wrong—at that moment I was head over heels for Leo. We were made for each other and I wanted him with all of me, but... you know when you see someone hot and your vagina kind of... lights up? It's like you feel a pinch down there and in that moment you know you're fucked because, well, the body wants what the body wants. You know what I mean? Because that's exactly what happened to me.

Every girl was trying to get to him. They would try everything—from stalking him on Instagram to bringing him presents at school and fighting with each other to see which one could be the lucky one to sit next to him. The school became a battlefield—I'm not kidding.

Anyway, I tried my best to stay away from him, because I knew my body wanted him. I knew I wanted him... but Leo didn't know that so I struggled to keep Marco out of my mind and focus just on my boyfriend. And I did just that. I started spending more time with Leo and trying to focus just on him. My plan was working perfectly and just a few weeks after Marco's arrival, the crush I've developed for him vanished. However, something happened...

Mr. Fischer asked me to host Marco. In my house. Like, him living with me. At first I was stunned at Fischer's request. "Doesn't he already have a place to live?" Was the first thing I asked him. He told me he had, but the family didn't want to have him anymore because he was "trouble". That bummed me out a bit and I felt sorry for him. It must be really hard to be in a whole new country, all by yourself and being kicked out of your guesthouse, I thought. Then, Mr. Fischer told me he immediately thought of me because I was a foreigner living in Argentina and that made me the perfect person to help him adapt to this country. I immediately wondered why he hadn't thought about Dilara, but then I thought that maybe it was because I'm nicer than her.

I knew this was it. I knew that the moment he stepped foot in my house that was it. I knew it would be harder for me not to feel anything for him and I knew it would be impossible to stay away from him. But I ended up saying yes, realizing I would soon regret this.

I talked to my aunt about it and she rapidly agreed and thought it was an excellent idea. A week later, Marco brought his stuff to my house. I helped him settle down and I explained to him where to put his belongings. That same day, we had our first dinner together—my aunt, me and of course him. We barely talked, since my aunt bombarded him the whole time with stupid questions. I remember we exchanged a few glances and his was a pleading one that was saying please do something to make her stop. We both laughed as my aunt kept talking till it was past ten p.m. and it was time to go to bed.

I recall that first night. I remember every detail of the moment after we finished dinner because... this is what happened...

I was in my bedroom accommodating my desk when he knocked on the half-opened door. I glanced towards where he was standing and I almost gasp. He was leaning against the door frame, his feet crossed and was shirtless. Shirtless. He was just wearing a pair of baggy shorts that hung a bit loose on his hips showing the typical Calvin Klein waistband of his briefs. His feet were covered by a pair of white socks and his hair was pulled back and wet. Wet. So that meant he had just showered... I remember my desperation to hold myself back in that moment.

"Hi," I nervously said, trying my best to just focus on his gaze and not any other part of his goddamn body.

"Hey," he smiled and stepped into my bedroom. "Are you busy?" he calmly asked, sitting on my bed.

I swallowed. "Nope"
"Cool. I thought maybe we could talk and get to know each other, since we're going to live together for a few months. What do you think?" He rested his foot on his thigh and gripped his ankle, waiting for me to respond.

I can't believe that I recall that moment so vividly. And since I remember every part of it, I also remember that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life just by agreeing to have a conversation with him.

"Sure, great," That's what I answered.

We talked about the basics. Like, do you have any siblings, do you miss Italy, why are you doing the exchange, which movies do you usually watch, and things like that. Everything was going great till he asked something a bit... odd:

"That dark-haired boy you're always with... Is he your boyfriend?"

I think that I made a weird sound with my mouth when he asked that because I wasn't expecting him to be so straight with me.

"Yeah," I simply answered and then took the moment to my advantage and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He laughed and smiled the most beautiful and whitest smile I've ever seen. "I don't. I'm single and ready to mingle," he winked and I immediately knew that was kind of a hint for me.

We were quiet for a few minutes and then he suddenly asked, "does your boyfriend know I'm staying with you?"

I startled since I wasn't expecting that question and at the same time panicked because no, he didn't know Marco was staying with me... sleeping in the same house as me... Yeah, telling him that would have been a disaster... So I told Marco the truth and here's where I make the second biggest mistake of the night: I suggested him to keep this as a secret. I knew it would be difficult to do so, but I begged him to do it because Leo... he was kind of jealous and I was positive me sleeping a few feet away from a boy that hot wouldn't make him the least happy.

He agreed and the secrets began. The crush intensified and a few months later my longing for him became stronger. His longing for me also became stronger and all of the sudden, one night, we were in bed together, kissing, caressing, fucking, licking each other's body and doing a lot of other stuff.