Mom took it as a sign I might be getting sick, and stuffed me with cold medicine that I painfully swallowed down. School went by mostly normal, I hang...ed out with Tyler, saw my friends, including Amanda who mentioned nothing of what happened to the other girls. As Amanda and I were walking to one of our classes by ourselves:Amanda,"How are you, feeling any better?"Me,"Yeah, I am sore all over, but I am fine. Did Juan say anything about me, does he still like me?"I did not love Juan by any means,. Necessity has taught me that to strike must be to kill, to leave an opponent in no condition to counter. Though it is against my nature, I know what it is to extinguish the flame of life from a human being. “Why?” I ask as the world finally grinds back into life, amazed at how calm I sound. Inside there is no grief, only mute, uncomprehending shock. He twists on the spot, wrings his hands, in a childish fashion, “three years,” he pleads, “three years apart from you.” I smile sadly, trying to. “Gosh, we’re not offended at all, I have never seen a man love a woman like this, I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?” Lydia asked, as they were all three closer now.“Would you like me to call your Moms, and ask if you both can spend the night with us?”“OH WOW,” both girls said.“Would you really? Could we all, maybe, get naked?” Kasey asked.“I’ll talk to your Moms. And if they say you can stay the night, what we do here, will be between us, and no one must ever find out, or as they say in Las. My social life consisted of going to movies and baseball games. I was a die-hard baseball fan and I was pretty darn good at it. When it came to girls, I failed miserably. I wasn’t shy, I just had an immense fear of rejection. That fear of rejection kept me in the “friends’ zone.” I was ok with it. I just figured I wasn’t good looking enough; I knew I wasn’t cool enough. I was about 5’10” 165 lbs. Brown hair, brown eyes. I had an athletic build, no six pack though. Just a good but not.