The air is hot and damp. I’m lost. I knew I’d end up lost following his directions. I wanted this weekend to go so smoothly but there’s been so many bumps on the way.

It will be our first time. I’m nervous because I’m uncertain why he’s with me. I’m not the cutest guy at our school. He’s one of the cutest, if not the cutest guy in my school.

We met for the first time at the start of eighth grade. That was a few years ago.

He said he knew somewhere we could go. I thought we could use my bedroom but he thought it would feel weird. I didn’t argue with his reasoning. It’s not easy to argue with someone as cute as him.

I’m walking through woods. It’s a trail in the loosest sense of the word. I’m certain I have red marks on my body from the bug bites.

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