When the hottie of your school sat on her knee, tempting you while fingers fiddling with the zipper of your jeans, you did what every other jock would do; smacked her square in the face and blamed it on a mosquito.

Wait, let me rephrase that. What every jock with a problem like me would do.

So the hottie, which I think was hot for real, palmed her red face with a scowl. In return, I gave her my most sincere sorry smile.

"I swear there was a bug on your face." I held up a surrendering hand.

While she muttered incoherent words I assumed as explicit swearing inappropriate for PG13, she grabbed her purse and marched towards the exit. "You know what, Val. You could've just said no!" She spat, handling the door roughly but failing to open it.

I cleared my throat.

She pulled a face. "Don't bother to apologise!"

"Actually, you need to push, not pull, " I told the angry girl. Like a shot, her mouth hung open, and a heavier glare cut through the air heading towards me. But I shrugged it off.

The poor door frame shuddered after she closed it with the added force for extra drama. I, however, fell back onto my couch with a sigh.

"There goes another one, " I mumbled to myself.

The blondie was not the first who tried to get into my pants. Since puberty hit me, lots of them kept coming. If I claimed not having any effect from the intimacy, my hardness would call me a big fat liar. But what I wouldn't say I liked thinking was yoghurt. My own 'product' resembled the evil thing so I couldn't stand the thought of it.

Let me take you back to 2006 where it all began.

"Hurry up, mommy. We'll be late." I urged, putting both arms around my chest as I waited for my mother at the threshold.

Mr Gummy had invited us to his daughter's 3rd birthday party and the one they threw last year was amazing, so I was excited to go. The man owned a sweet factory, so they had a whole jumpy jungle built with candies inside. I wasn't allowed to eat the candies, but I still had so much fun!

"Okay, okay... I'm done, " my mother said for the third time. Knowing her, it took a few times of those words before it was the real thing. She stopped when she reached a mirror next to the door, and I knew she was having second thoughts about her dress again.

Looking at the clock, the party had started 5 minutes ago. I gathered my smile and called her. "You look pretty, mommy!"

She turned sheepishly, which I instantly grin to boost her confidence. "You think so, sweetheart?" She asked.

"Yes, mommy, the prettiest." I bobbed my head with enthusiasm. But I wasn't lying; my mother was the most beautiful woman in my 5-year-old eyes.

"Aww... Okay let's go, " she replied, finishing with a broad smile, sunshine seeping into her angelic face.

She locked the door and grabbed my hand, putting a kiss on my cheek, "I wish your dad would say that some time."

I frowned slightly at the thought of my father. But I didn't want to ruin my day and set him aside.

Mr Gummy's house was only a few blocks away, so we walked. I hugged the present I bought for Bella, my mother helped me pick it at the toy store. At my exuberant age, thinking about the little girl tickled me to smile. When I saw her standing at her door, I ran to her. She smiled, a dimple appearing on each side of her pink cheeks.

"This is for you, Bella." I handed over the gift. Her tiny frame disappeared while handling it.

Her mother crouched down and took it from her, not before tousling my hair lightly. "Aww... you're so sweet. Come, let's go to the backyard."

Bella looked at me and reached for my hand, taking it in hers. Her small fingers wrapped around my pinky, pulling me towards the scene of the party. Her purple frilly dress danced on each small step she took. I thought my heart could melt at how adorable she looked.

Little Bella let go of my hand and ran to a table where a big pony head was waiting. Shifting my attention from her, I caught sight of the big gingerbread bouncy house and a pool filled with yoghurt. Cotton candy balloons hovered everywhere.

I was still staring at the remarkable view when a meek voice called me, "Venven." The name was what little Bella came up for me after we met a year ago. My mother took the privilege of naming me Valencian after the place of her honeymoon, so I couldn't complain. But two-year-old Bella couldn't pronounce it properly and walla, Venven.

"Venven want cake?" The little precious asked.

Hearing the enticing invitation, I looked around. My mother was busy conversing with the other ladies, and of course, being little adamant me I couldn't pass the offer. Just a bite wouldn't hurt, I told myself. Tell me which five-year-old boy would pass on a cake? It was boobies on our age.

What could a slice of cake possibly do, it was normal for kids to eat cake. That was what everyone thought at the time, so no one saw it coming. Except I knew better, I couldn't tolerate sugar; I had ADHD.

After a few bite of mind-blowing sweetness, sugar rush hit me, and I was running around losing my mind.

What happened next? My mother running to get me in what suppose to be grace like, which later she fell flat on her face and me laughing at her.

Karma didn't take long to pay me back tho.

Yes, you probably guess it right. I wasn't looking where I was heading and I met with the pool of white gooey stuff named yoghurt. I remembered gulping it down a whole lot and how painful it felt when it entered my nose and eyes.

The next thing I knew was waking up at the hospital, traumatised when the nurse tried to feed me a juice medicine. I couldn't set my eyes on anything white and sticky every since.

Releasing a heavy sigh at the memory, I fished out my phone. Sending 'I'm sorry' to Beth. I had ADHD, so slapping her was on impulse. Nevertheless, I felt terrible for it. For once why couldn't a girl be in private with me and not try to have s*x? I just wanted to talk, was it that hard?

My phone beeped, a reply from Beth. 'Go fu*k yourself.'

"I wish." Snorting, I type my reply.

'Just tell the whole school we had great s*x if it makes you feel better.'

She would probably start posting those on her social media any second. I didn't care anyway. I got my bad-boy reputation because of it. All the girls would blab they had it with me. While here I sat trying to forget everything.

I grabbed my shoes, put on my headphone, and headed out. My routine run always eased my mind.

On normal days I would take the route through the woods for the park, but today it was closed, a sign of construction stopping me. I avoided using the main street because there was this newly open cyber cafe. I googled they had a speciality menu for all kind of yoghurt. My stomach churned just at the thought of it.

When I swivelled, I bumped into something, losing grip on my phone. Dramatically, it thudded upon landing, then swung between the gaps of the wooden bridge I stood on. The stream's roaring sound from down under became the evil background music.

"No! No! No!" A voice squealed.

On an instant, my eyes moved to the conveyer. A girl with her skirt ridden up her thigh jumped to avoid the inevitable outcome. She crashed, face kissing the dirt but missed her goal.

Alas, my phone tumbled between the wood divider, plopping as it hit the water. My mouth hung open, eyes meeting hers, then back to where my phone now lay for the fishes to see.

"What the hell!" I finally began.

The girl, who slowly got up, examined her scraped elbow and knees before dragging her eyes back to me. "I'm so sorry, I--"

"Can your damn sorry save my phone?! Do you know how much that cost?" I fumed. In truth, my mother bought it for me, so it didn't cost me a penny. But still, who wouldn't be mad?

While sniffling, the girl tried to talk, but my anger got the best of me. "Pay me back now!" I demanded. Tears weren't something unusual to me. I'd been taken advantage by fake cries before, so her state didn't earn any of my pity.

"How much is it?" She asked. The break between each word exposed the tremble in her voice.

"15 hundred." I spat, merely to make things hard on her. When I thought about my COD account where I didn't remember my password, I got even agitated. I tried to recall my email too, but none came up.

Darn it, and I was already legendary.

Her face faltered even more. "I don't have that kind of money now. But I promise to pay you back. I'm late for work, that's why I was rushing. Please find me at the new frozen yoghurt cafe."

My eyes boggled at her revelation. The antsy feeling in my throat signalled me something was coming out of me. I was lucky to give her a nod before I dashed towards a bush and exit everything I had for lunch.

Out of many places, why must it be there?! And I didn't even get her name.