Highschool

My parents got a divorce when I was around 11, so year 7 was in a new house. I'm still in touch with some of the friends I had then. I remember we used to have sleepover parties and all the girls would bring their sleeping bags. My bedroom was at the back of the house in a little "added-on" room and it got cold out there in Winter. There was a door from my room straight into the backyard and I had a heated double waterbed so things could have been a lot worse. One night a girlfriend brought over a bottle of her parent's port and we all watched scary movies and tried to get drunk. I don't think there was really all that much in the bottle. We had a lot of fun though, and my mother must have gone out & left us to our own devices because when she woke us up in the morning she had found all the glasses and pick sticky residue on the kitchen sink and she told all my friends how disappointed she was. I was so embarrassed. In my first year of highschool, a boy told me that a friend of his had a crush on me. I didn't know the kid so I was a bit flattered but didn't think too much of it. By the time year 8 rolled around I had met this boy & decided he was pretty cute himself. Although I wished it would, nothing happened. As luck would have it we ended up in the same year 9 English class. He was terrible at English and it was my best subject. The teacher would often pair us up, maybe hoping that I'd teach him something. I waited and waited a whole year for him to make a move. I guess he made it - one lunchtime he came up to my friends & I and flashed his undies at us. I was a bit taken aback. They were red & white jocks. From time to time we'd have a social dance class in the gym & one time he ran up to me to pair up as a "couple" straight away. It was great, I was thrilled! We had a dance & he moved down the line to the next girl. A week later we had the class again and he ran up to another girl instead. I was pretty pissed. Then finally, after years of hoping something would happen, he asked me to the movies in year 10. We agreed to meet out the front of K-mart on a Sunday. I waited 3 hours and he never showed. He apologised to me on the Monday at school but I wouldn't talk to him. Some random excuse about his Dad not letting him out of the house because he had to study maths.
Anyway, several years later I ran into him at a friend's work dinner. I was in my 20s and happened to be single. We were all invited back to his house for drinks and I went along. It was weird there - we sat down in his pokey little living room and watched home movies of him with different cars (and different girls). At the end of the night he asked me in front of everyone if I'd like to stay over. He said he's drive me to work in the morning. I might have actually stayed if he hadn't asked me in front of all those people... And also if he hadn't kept calling me Rebecca. I believe Rebecca was an ex-girlfriend of his.
I haven't seen him since.
One of my friends started having sex in highschool but most of us didn't until college. We drank a fair bit in year 9 & 10 though. I had another adventure with a boy in highschool - I met him at a Friday night ice skating disco. Under the disco lights I thought he was really cute and when he asked for my number I was once again very flattered and I gave it to him. He called me, set up a date and I went. He looked very different in the daylight. I didn't find him attractive at all. Poor bloke; I didn't see him again either.
The last one was when I was 16; I had the chance to go & visit my father overseas. Before I went, I met a boy at a service station. He told me I had good child-bearing hips. he asked if he could meet me at the airport before I went overseas and I said sure. At the airport he gave me a little box and told me not to open it until I got on the plane. It was a "birthday/valentines day/nice to meet you" present. I did as I was asked and opened it on the plane. It was a lovely little gold ring with a loveheart and a tiny diamond set in it.
You guessed it - no idea what happened to him.