It was mid-June and just after our last final exam.It was mid-June and just after our last final exam. We finally finished our third year of high school. At sixteen, with summer simmering, and the adolescent hormones doing their thing, it was clearly fated. We both went to the same parochial school. Unlike most modern schools, ours separated the boys and girls into different classes with only a very few exceptions. Other than the times they passed our classroom on their way to gym, or when we could hang out the windows to talk (or just watch as they walked by), or the rare co-ed class, we almost never saw the girls. But we knew every one of them by name, and they us. I was a quiet kind of guy -- good in school, getting the A's with little attention or effort -- and as horny as any average teenager. I'd go from crush to crush, rarely having the nerve to follow through. I was still inexperienced with dating and naive when it came to girls. I didn't drive -- too young. Only thing in my favor was that I played drums in a band. And we played pretty steadily. Though I wasn't very outgoing, the band and my grades gave me the image of a smart, talented, and maybe a little wild, kid. |