Triangle of Love: Part 1

Hello people of Earth. I have a story for all of you, and for once, it’s based off real life, isn’t that weird? I think so, and I’m a little worried I’m going to screw it up, but here goes anyway. I hope you all enjoy! Remember to read, comment, bookmark my profile page, get a tattoo of my name on your scrotum, worship me as a god; basically whatever you feel necessary.

Note: This is a true story (for the most part) that occurred two years ago when all the main characters were the age of 16 or thereabouts (Victoria’s the youngest at 14). These 16ish year olds have sex, and if that isn’t your thing, then I ask that you either read it and try to enjoy it or leave, but please don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, I understand, and I hate asking you to do that. But if you do, it’s not my fault; I warned you.
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Okay, I suppose an introduction is in order, is it not? My name is Matthew T. O’Reiley, but I will henceforth be known as Matt, because I much prefer that to Matthew, or anything else. Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll get on to the actual story.
At the moment, I’m walking down the hallway to my final class of my sophomore year. Awesome, is it not? The fact that this school year is almost over is so surreal to me, and as I round the corner to the correct hallway, I find myself remembering all the best parts of this school year. Me getting my permit way back at the beginning of the year, all the debate tournaments I attended (with modest success, yay me!), all the hours of community service I spent due to Key Club, all the weekends staying up late with my friends. All of these memories I wish I could preserve forever, but none of them are as good as my best memory ever. Meeting Victoria.

I’d known Raycee, one of my better friends from debate, since the second month of freshman year by way of my even better friend, and “former” crush, Laurna. Then, all of the sudden, here we are, near the end of second quarter of sophomore year and I find out that Raycee has a sister. She never even mentioned her! It astounded me that she could neglect to mention her; her sister was absolutely amazing.
The day I met Victoria was the same as any other, except that I decided to stay with Raycee and talk to her about the new debate topic. We were talking while she dug in her locker and got the stuff she’d need to do her homework tonight, and I wasn’t really paying attention, so I didn’t notice when we starting heading upstairs, still talking. We rounded the corner and there she was. Raycee went on up to her but I froze in my tracks.
Her hair was originally brown, but had some fading blonde highlights that looked really good. She had a cherub face, at least in my opinion. It was completely free of acne, blemishes, or the like that are all too common on girls our age. Even more pronounced then her face was her eyes. They were the most startling green with little flecks of brown that brought out her face even more. Her ears, her nose, and her mouth were all flawless, proportionate, and absolutely perfect. Her body was also dynamite. She was a little short, maybe 5’4” or so, but that didn’t bother me a bit. She had fairly large breasts, either B’s or C’s, definitely. And, for lack of a better description, she has a nice ass. Need I say more?
Now, I think it’s important to mention that I have no experience with girls. I had a crush on my friend Laurna last summer, but aside from those two months that went nowhere considering she had a boyfriend, I am totally green. So, while my mind was dumb founded by the girl in front of me, I surprisingly managed to appear collected on the outside, and went up to the two siblings.
“Hey, Raycee. Oh, who’s this?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Hey, Matt, this is my sister, Victoria. And Victoria, this is Matt, from debate. You remember me mentioning him?”
“Yeah, I think I remember you talking about him. I’m Victoria, nice to meet you Matt,” she says. Even her voice is beautiful, and I… swoon? Nah, not that bad, but I’m stunned by how amazing she seems. As I’m about to reply, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her vibrating phone. She looks at it and says to Raycee, “Raycee, c’mon, mom’s outside waiting. Nice to meet you Matt.” With that she walks off, without another word. Raycee leaves too, and I head the opposite way, to where my dad will be waiting.
The next day was full of surprises. It turns out that Victoria is a freshman in my orchestra class. That’s one of the biggest classes in the school with about seventy people of all grades, so I never noticed her before, but there she is the next day, playing her clarinet. Then, directly after orchestra, I have lunch. And who should it turn out has lunch with me? Of course it’s Victoria. She comes up to me in line and we wait in the always unbelievably long line together. All the while, I’m trying my best to stay calm and not let on about how I feel about this, very attractive mind you, girl. My experience with Laurna last summer brought me to believe that it’s a bad idea to immediately tell a girl you like her. And yet, that didn’t stop me from changing where I sit at lunch to a seat significantly closer to hers; right next to her, to be precise.
Then something really weird happened. Not long after meeting Victoria, I became… flirty. I have never been flirty, ever. But meeting her, I don’t know, did something and suddenly I’m flirting with a lot of friends-who-are-girls-but-definitely-not-girlfriends friends. But I did it most with Victoria. She took notice, returning it with some flirtiness of her own. Not too much, because, along with her age, that wasn’t really her, but some. It was a really fun time, but the entire time I was hoping for something… more with Victoria.
All this time, I find myself slowly losing my attraction to Laurna that I’ve been harboring since last Summer. Back then, I admitted my feelings to her, and she had to reject due to her already being in a relationship. That was the biggest heartbreak of my life up to that point. Since then, I haven’t let on that I still feel that way. I’m pretty sure I missed the boat on that particular opportunity. Oh well you win some, you lose most of ‘em, right? There are always other fish in the sea; considering you’re popular
I’m kinda popular. I have no idea how; I’m a moderately out of shape, glasses wearing, video gaming nerd, and yet it’s true. I have tons of friends (and, not to brag, but my male friends are jealous of just how many friends-who-are-girls-but-definitely-not-girlfriends friends I have) and we all get along pretty well. Maybe it’s my personality, which I play off casually in public, and secretly think is the greatest thing that God ever did for this planet. Whatever the reason, even though I didn’t realize it at the time, I had about five girls who were interested in me, and luckily, one of them was Victoria.
One Friday, in my Spanish class, some freshman that I’d never met, I think her name is Carissa or something like that, came over and put a note on my desk. I joke around with Laurna and my other friend Lee (who will be unmentioned after this small cameo), trying to guess what could be in it, and we can’t figure it out. Eventually, I just open it and am completely floored to find out that the note reads.

Please mark one
Would you date Victoria Thompson?
Yes
No

My first thought, ‘Wow, are we in second grade?’
My second thought, ‘Oh, yeah, this is definitely real. Absolutely not fake. Completely legit.’
I show Laurna and Lee the note, rip it up, and throw it away, and I don’t think anything more of it. However, later that day, in orchestra, I’m talking to Victoria like I normally do, but she seems a little off; distracted, maybe. I ask her about it, but she says nothing is wrong. Luckily or unluckily for her, I’ll let you be the judge, talking to her for a month has helped me to pick up on some of her habits, and I can tell that she’s hiding something. I keep questioning her about it but she continues to deny it. During one of my lulls in not pestering her about it, she asks me, “Has anyone said anything funny to you today?” I told her that they hadn’t, and that seemed to be a huge relief to her. The entire hour I continue to pester her about it, especially after that interesting question, but she won’t say anything more until finally, on our way to lunch, she tells me.
“Okay, fine… Matt… yesterday I let it slip to my friend Carissa (I’m momentarily distracted by the fact that I was right about her name) that I sort… of… wanted to ask you out!” She says slowly breaking down more and more as she goes on, until she almost barks out the last part and is left bawling in the middle of the hallway.
Her sudden burst of emotion both makes me really happy and worries me; I’m thrilled she likes me, but I don’t know how to comfort a crying girl! We sit down at a bench, neither of us caring that it looks like we’re going to miss lunch today. I hug her and tell her it’s okay, saying a lot of stuff that’s probably really stupid but trying to make her feel better. Eventually she calms down enough to stop crying, which just makes what I’m going to have to tell her all the more difficult.
Before we get up to head to lunch, I tell her I need to tell her something. “Victoria… I’m thrilled that you like me, and I like you too, but I’m not sure I can date you right now. I’m not sure I’m ready. I’d love to some day, I have feelings for you too, but that day isn’t today.” (Aside: This really happened. Does this make me gay? I don’t know, but it’s really how I felt.) Her face visibly darkens.
“I understand Matt, and I figured that’s how it was. That’s why I hadn’t asked you yet. C’mon let’s see if we have time for any lunch.” With that, she walks off down the hall, not waiting for me as I feel like a jackass for refusing one of the hottest, most interesting, and best girls I’ve ever met. I follow numbly after her, wondering if I did the right thing.
Apparently, I didn’t think so, because two days later, we were officially a couple. She gushed that she was the happiest girl alive, and she was she was going to have to call, text, IM, mail, and telegram all of her various friends to tell them. I had to admit, I too was happier than I could remember being. This was (roughly) the scenario I had dreamt about ever since I met her that day at the lockers, but had written off as nothing more than that, a dream, because I wasn’t (as far as I knew) popular, handsome, or date-worthy. She thought I was all three, and this just made me even happier. Best Sunday, ever…



*SLAM!* I yell the f-word for all to hear as I slam face-first right into an open locker. The teachers look at me sternly, but don’t do much, because they probably know how bad it hurts. I come out of my trip down memory lane with a bang; literally, as I realize that I’ve walked right past my World History class by about half the length of the hallway. I turn around and head back to my class, both slightly disoriented and embarrassed. I anticipate the end of this class, despite loving both the subject and the teacher, because after school I get to head over to Victoria’s to celebrate the end of school. I slide into my seat in front of Lee (okay he gets one more mention) and start talking. It’s the last day of school, no teacher actually makes us do any work on this, the happiest day of the school year.
To quickly sum up about six and a half months of my love life for you guys; it’s going amazing. Victoria and I have been in about five fights, one being on the edge of being big, the others not really anything to worry about. We love each other, we really do… which makes what’s going to happen this Summer just that much more difficult.
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Wow, I can’t believe how well that turned out. I normally suck at trying to write about my life, but that wasn’t too horrible (I say hopefully, secretly fearing that it’s utter rubbish). If you’ve been reading up to this point, thank you! It means a lot that you’d take the time to read my little story; to take a little dip into my life. The second chapter will, hopefully, be up quickly and without incident, and explain the cliff hanger I evilly left you guys on at this one’s conclusion. I hope that all of you enjoyed this, found it interesting, and will continue reading. Oh, and please review! If you don’t review and tell me what boneheaded, doofus mistakes I’ve made, I won’t know to fix them. Thank you all, and I’ll see you soon with another chapter!