I have a few Middle School crush stories to get off my chest. Hold on. And before you leave, I lose my virginity in the last one.

1. Ok, first crush in 6th grade. Will was SO cute, but he didn’t like me back. So I tried to impress him over and over again, and frankly I was pretty annoying. I finally gave him up when he told his friends I liked him and they made fun of me. …Don’t worry, they get better.

2. Second 6th grade crush. Learning my “lesson” with Will, I didn’t tell Nick I liked him. But one day I built up enough courage to, and I told him. He said it didn’t count unless I showed him my breasts. Don’t worry, I didn’t. I also didn’t like him anymore.

3. 7th grade now. This one guy, Justin had to repeat a grade TWICE so he was 3 years older than me. That should be a turn-off right? Wrong. I had a crush on him. Remember I’m 12 and he’s 15. So one day we were at his house and we started kissing and that somehow evolved into taking off each others clothes, french kissing, and kinda just touching each other. I’M 12. HE’S 15. Luckily his mom came home before we could do anything we’d regret a lot. We just kinda separated after that.

4. Still 7th grade. This new kid, Simon, had me assigned as his “locker buddy.” At first I though, ugh, this is gonna be annoying but I started to have a crush on him. He didn’t really know anything about crushes or love or how to love (you know what I’m talking about). So when he came over to my house when my mom was gone, I told him “Hey wanna have some fun?” he said “Oh yeah” and I thought wow great. 5 mins later we’re playing Mario Kart. -_-

5. 8th grade. So being 8th grade, I was one of the oldest at the school. So it felt a bit weird when a 6th grader, Nathan, told me they had a crush on me. But still being me, I thought “Huh. Y’know, I think I like him too.” But he was kinda immature, even for a 6th grader. He still had tantrums and it honestly seemed like I was babysitting every time I went to his house. We “broke up” pretty quickly.

6. Ok, last one. This…is an interesting one. So I knew this guy Alec, and he was literally the hottest guy in school. All the girls liked him. But he only liked me back. Ha ha! Alright, so we’re dating a bit, kinda chill with each other, until one day when we go over to his house. We start to watch Netflix and he’s like “Hey what’s this one?” and he picks a romantic one. Of course I’m thinking, oh man, I know where this is going. So about halfway through the movie we start french kissing t****** when he pulls out some condoms. I’m like, oh god, I don’t know how. But he’s so comforting and says “Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.” And all I know is that I could get pregnant if we do…the front hole. So I say, “Could you do my a** please?” and he’s like sure. He takes off his pants and I see this HUGE p**** the size of my forearm. I say, “Is that gonna fit?” and he says “Psshh, I’ve done it before.” So I’m so trusting of him right now, and I take off my pants. He kinda whistles and says something under his breath. We do a little foreplay, and he’s like “Ok, where do you want me to c**?” And I’m like oh shoot, didn’t think of that. The only thing I could think of was inside me so that’s what I said. So he kinda pushes in and it feels weird. Then it kinda hurts. I say, “Babe, is it supposed to hurt?” and he says “Shh. It’ll feel good in a sec.” And it does. We had great s**.

Thanks for reading.