This is a story 16 years in the making. There's so much I don't even know where to start! Mike and I want to write a book someday because it's a pretty amazing story. But for those of you who don't know the whole story I'll try and sum it up in less than a book.
It all started my freshman year of high school, I was 14. There was this boy in my math class that I could not keep my eyes off. His name was Mike Roe. But I was 14 and a freshman, he was 16 and a junior. He was new to our school and I didn't know a lot about him, except that he was "the bad boy" who transferred from a public school. And by Christian school standards that was a huge deal! He was the captain of the football team and the first time I laid eyes on him I fell in love. I played volleyball and our practice times always corresponded with each other. So I would see him in math class, but the highlights of my day were getting to see him after school and after practice, I LOVED seeing him in his football uniform. The football team would always finish a little bit before the volleyball team and the guys would hang around and watch us girls finish up our practice. I was always aware of where he was and liked to think he noticed me, but really knew he didn't have the slightest idea I as alive. I was a lowly freshman and he was a big bad football star! Sometimes he would flirt with me, but he flirted with a lot of girls. Sometimes in math class I would look up and he would be watching me, my heart would pitter patter and I would get really shy and look away. I don't think we said one word to each other from the end of the football/volleyball season until the end of the school year.
When we got our yearbooks at the end of the year I worked for days to get the courage to ask him to sign my yearbook. I was soooo nervous! It's silly now, to look back and remember the 15 year old emotions I had! But I finally asked him and to my great surprise he signed it! I still have it, it was the best yearbook signing I ever received! He even wrote a whole page, all over his football page of course. At the bottom he wrote down his phone number, I couldn't believe it! I had never called a boy before, never had a boyfriend that lasted more than a week and a hand holding. For some strange reason I decided to call him, which was WAY out of character for this goody goody girl. It was a couple of days after school was out and I remember locking myself in my sister's room because she was the only one who had a phone other than our main family phone. I was terrified! Would he even know who I was? What if he just laughed at me for calling him?! But I did it! With hands shaking and voice trembling I dialed the number and he answered! I don't remember a lot of the conversation, but I do remember how happy and excited I was. He wanted to see me! What?! Then my hopes were dashed when my mother immediately told me that would NEVER happen. I don't remember all of the details but he and I came up with a plan together for me to take a "walk" one day and he met me at the park. It was great. I was such a giddy school girl! We flirted and talked and I knew I wanted to see more of this boy. So we ended up with a plan for me to sneak out of my house at night after my parents went to bed and he would come pick me up. So I did it. Again, this was VERY out of character for me! I had never done anything like this and knew if my parents caught me I would be dead. But I took the chance anyway...
We spent an amazing summer together. I snuck out almost every night, keeping it a secret from all my friends but one. Mike would always come pick me up and we would go back to his house and watch t.v. or movies and just hang out together. Growing up in a christian family, a church and a christian school, I was determined to keep my virginity. I knew that he wasn't a virgin and everyone at school had told me what a "player" this guy was, that he would take advantage of me, etc. But he never did. I remember being a little surprised even that he never once asked me to sleep with him or pressured me or made me feel uncomfortable in any way. Our first kiss was July 4th, which just happened to be my very first kiss ever. I remember being so nervous and purposefully not telling him it was my first kiss until after it happened! Even then I was embarrassed and relieved when he thought that was really cool that he was my first kiss. And what an amazing first kiss it was! There were many times throughout the years that I would remember my first kiss fondly, especially when other girls told me how awful and awkward their first kisses were. I would always brag about how great mine was and was so proud of myself! It's so silly what is so important to you when you're a teen! Like I said, it was an amazing summer. I fell head over heels in love with this boy named Mike Roe. I fell fast and I fell so hard I think I can still hear the thump. And he said he loved me too, I just couldn't believe it! We made plans to spend the rest of our lives together, just like every high school couple does. I loved him so much and so fast. I had never been around someone that I could completely be myself with, no matter how goofy I was. We talked a lot, we laughed A LOT, we just loved each other. That's all there was to it, we loved each other. Deeply and passionately. I had never been happier, had never felt so completed and so understood. Had never felt so loved. He quickly became my whole world.
One night (or early morning I should say) I snuck back through my backyard to go back in the back door, same one I had snuck out of just 5 hours before and had left unlocked. To my horror it was locked! Apparently my dad had gotten up during the night to let the dogs out and locked it behind him. Of course I didn't have a key and there were no open windows on the bottom floor...no way for me to get back inside. So I went into the camping trailer parked in our backyard, crawled up on the bed and went to sleep! I woke up early and went inside, explaining to my parents that I must have been sleep walking because I woke up in the trailer! And they believed it!! What?! Whew, that was so close! I continued sneaking out and seeing this boy I had fallen so madly in love with.
A few weeks later Mike parked a few streets down from my house to drop me off, just like we always did. I would walk back home, sneak in the back door, back into my bed and pretend like nothing happened. But this particular night we parked in our usual spot and were mortified to see a cop car in the driveway, with my mom, dad and aunt visiting from Phoenix all standing in my driveway. I was terrified! So what did we do? He quickly drove away and I walked back home, walked up the driveway and once again pretended to be sleepwalking. And to my shock my parents believed it! The cop drove away and we all went to bed. Now you know that cop was thinking, "Oh my word, these parents actually believe this girl was sleepwalking! Now I've seen it all." I'm sure my aunt also knew I was full of it but probably wanted to stay out of it and not burst my parents bubble!
Then my world came crashing down when my parents learned I had been sneaking out all summer to see this boy they had forbid me to see. I don't remember how they found out, I think it was my older sister. Regardless, I was in soooooooo much trouble. I thought they were going to kill me and kill him. Good thing was they didn't really know who he was and thank God they didn't know where he lived! I remember they tried SO hard to get me to admit that we had sex together. They wanted me to admit it so badly so they could charge him with statutory rape. Even though he was only 17. I know they would have locked him up if they could have! It's only been the last 6 months or so that they finally believe me that we didn't sleep together. The next few months following them finding out were brutal. Up until this past year it was a period of my life that my parents and I still didn't bring up because it always ended up in fights about the events following their finding out. It was awful. I was grounded and cut off from all of my friends, especially the one that knew about Mike and I. I was allowed to go to school and volleyball and that was it. At home I locked myself in my room. It was awful. Of course contact with Mike was immediately cut off, except the 3 or 4 times I managed to sneak a quick phone call to him. I was absolutely devastated. School started shortly after and word got around school that I had snuck out all summer with Mike Roe. Most of the guys thought it was awesome, most of the girls were mortified with me. See I wasn't just a 15 year old high schooler, I was a 15 year old virgin at a Christian school who always did everything right. I never broke a rule, never did anything remotely bad or immoral. I certainly wasn't the kind of girl that would sneak out to see a 17 year old bad boy all summer!
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