April.14

This is my first post obviously. So ill just throw it out there that i am a 15 year old girl who's almost always taken for a 20 something year old. recently i decided to play along and be that 20 something year old girl everyone thought i was. Months pass playing this age game and It completely wrecks my home life. Im pulled out of school and told to "act my age"
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How do you go from blowing 27 year old boys, drinking and smoking at college parties, and dropping all of my friends who didn't participate, back to bike riding around meadow oaks with my virgin teenaged friends?
Let me tell you about a boy named Gus.  Picture freshman Santanna; can still count the times she's smoked and still gags at sex jokes. I hustle into my 3rd period biology class a very laid back teacher runs this class, which is practically a personal invite for sexy class skipping seniors with no where else to go. One particularly lonely valentines day one of these skipping seniors asked me for one of my heart shaped marshmallows that this desperate oily faced boy gave me (sweet kid though). This boy was Gus and my cute girly obsession with him started when he flashed a hypnotizing smile at me before taking my marshmallow. "BAD NEWS BAD NEWS  BAD NEWS" was written all over him. I had to fuck him. Something you should know about me is that if i want someones dick i get it. i don't stop till i get it. With Gus is was quite easy though all boys are quite easy when it comes to intimacy. Somehow i had his best friends phone number (a MUCH less attractive dude). My best friend (only friend really) Sun and i had spent this day hyped on amphetamines. Our plans for the night with some douchy sophomores fell through when they didn't reply, but Sun and i were already dressed up and i wasn't just going to go to sleep (partly because i was too high) we both called up ever male that could drive in our phones and Gus's friend happened too be the only one willing to pick us up and show us a good time. Climbing out of my bedroom window was simple doing it quietly was a bit more complicated but we did it well. Gu's friend pulls up in a mini van with Gus riding shot gun. He takes me to my first college dorm. I play my first game of beer pong. I smoke my first lemon scented weed. Doesn't take long before Gus had me in back of the mini van undressing. "Im a virgin" i say surprisingly confident. "Even better" he replied. That sent a chill down my spine, There was no going back and i was just fucked up enough to be totally down. We never talk again.
I write his name on a piece of paper set it on fire and throw the ashes in the pool to drowned. Im a bit embarrassed of that now but it truly helped me get over him it gave me some closure. Enough closure to move on. Later that week i fuck his 19 year old friend. So this is sex with no strings? It feels empty. 8 months later Gus sends me a text, he's graduated high school. Im going to a different high school now, Im living with my dad now. Im not that innocent 14 year old girl that was in love with him anymore. Im now a fucked up 15 year old who hasn't caught feelings for anyone sense him. Don't get me wrong there was a dozen guys coming in and out but i didn't want any of them very much. Its the middle of the night i have school in the morning. I sneak out my window and Gus picks me up on a fucking motorcycle. At first I'm like "no way" then I'm like "fuck it". He take me to his new crappy apartment and we immediately get down to it. Im ver experienced now and boy can he tell. he whispers things at me like "your mine" "where have you been baby" grabbing my naked waste and saying I'm his. Saying not to let other guys touch me. I fucking loved it. "We're probably going to end up dating" i keep thinking. he doesn't call me agin for a month. I see him during the day this time. While my families at the beach. Im out running errands with Gus. He stops by the mall and we both run in. Im on adderall but I'm still nervous, at least my hair and makeup look hot as hell. He doesn't hold my hand at the mall, we go back to his apartment and fuck. Smoking a blunt on the way back to my house. He kissed me bye. I love him i love him i love him. He doesn't call me again for a month. Are you sensing a pattern? This is still going on with us, but i see right through him now. Now Gus is just a good fuck. I don't really need another one of those, so now i barley text back.