Ever since I could remember, I had always had a problem with infatuations. I was a girl who needed something to occupy my mind. seeing as my shyness and my desire to meet the expectations of my strict catholic family and church had kept me from developing any social life to speak of. I usually filled this void in my mind with a burning desire for guys that I would never have the courage to approach. 

Looking back, I should have had much more confidence in my self. I wasn’t an ugly girl by any means. I was a fair skinned brunette  and fairly developed for a freshman in high school, and my C cup breasts looked quite large on my slim frame.

My most recent obsession was named Malcolm. He had come to my school halfway through the year, and rumor had it he had been kicked out of the private school he had attended previously. He had a thick, masculine musk, with a strange yet somewhat alluring smell to me that my friends explained to me as pot smoke. I never really wanted a relationship with him. I could pretend to be a good girl all I wanted, but I had no intention of loving him. What I did love, was his curly blonde hair that stopped just short of his brow ridge. his golden, sunkisses complexion, the light blonde hair growing on his muscled legs, and his high, round ass that I wanted nothing more than to see out of his basketball shorts.

“Why don’t you go over and talk to him?” I said to my friend Katie as I stared at him across the room during fifth period. 

“Why don’t you, Eileen? You’re the one that likes him,” she said, absentmindedly smacking her gum, clearly paying more attention to the red haired, ruddy faced guy sitting next to him.

Our exchange was cut short by Mrs. King rising from her seat to give us the days assignment.

“Class, today we’ll begin our unit on William Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’: a tale of multiple lovers being magically, and undeniably drawn to each other. Before we begin, I’ll be placing you in groups of four,” the aged teacher explained. She proceeded to draw our names from a hat to determine our groups.