Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Boy.
It was the worst idea I've ever had, probably. Somehow my best friend's boyfriend managed to convince me that it was me he had loved all along. And who was I to deny it? It hurt so badly, watching them together, when I loved him so much. So I believed him. On the afternoon of their five-month anniversary, when she was shopping with her mom, I was in his bed. We were both virgins, but he was a year older than me. It was awkward and hot under his flannel sheets, but I kept telling myself it was ok. Because he loved me, right?
He went back to her and convinced her that it was all my idea. And she took him back, easily. I realized that we'd only had sex because he was getting too impatient, waiting for her. She had sex with soon after, though.
And I was left, rejected heavily by the boy I loved, and struggling under the remnants of a completely ruined friendship.
I guess it wasn't love after all... just immaturity.