Chapter 1.2

That night I obsessed over Treavor for hours and hours. I asked my mother as many questions about him as I could without her becoming suspicious of my feelings. My mother is pretty ingenuous herself, but she wasn't stupid, she could tell that perhaps I had a crush. Then again, maybe she didn't because for the next few months I had asked her about him every once in a while and she never indicated to me that she knew anything about my thoughts or feelings. I had also tried on several occasions to find an excuse to go back to her office so that I could see him again. This just got me into trouble as my mother couldn't understand why I wanted to go to work with her. She thought I was trying to get out of school for some reason. I have no idea why she would jump to that conclusion since I was very academically minded and had no problem with school. I wouldn't say that I loved to go there because of the childish, pettiness that went on in private school, but as far as schoolwork was concerned, I had no problem completing my assignments and maintaining excellent grades. I'm not entirely why she was so uneasy about my skipping a day of classes, but she became really suspicious of my intentions to the point where she called my school and inquired about --- well I have no idea what she asked them to tell you the truth. She is just strange in that way. My mother has always been and will forever be naive; it is just part of her personality. Some people think that it is quaint; I find it most reprehensible. I mean after all, she is my mother, she should be the one to teach me about life, not the other way around, but I digress, there is nothing that will change her now.

A few months had gone by and quite frankly I had started to forget about him. I had turned sixteen and gotten my driver's license and I was busy with my friends. Plus, by this point there were new boys to obsess about. Of course I never forgot about Treavor, he was always still there in the back of my mind, I had however moved on. That is what we do in life, we move on to what we can accomplish now. That summer when I turned sixteen was probably the best summer of my life. I had no real responsibilities, I had a car that seemed to magically always have gas in it. Of course gas was only 99¢, and even though none of my friends nor I had jobs, we always had extra cash for gas, or cigarettes or beer or movie tickets. So I had plenty of things to do that summer to occupy my mind other than to daydream about Treavor. I also finally had my first kiss that summer too. It was memorable I suppose because who doesn't remember their first real kiss, but not to the extent that it was a lasting relationship or that I was madly in love or anything along those lines. It was a boy named Tom who was a year or maybe a few months younger than me. He was friends with my best friend's boyfriend. We all hung out  over the summer and one night they were making out so rather than sit there and watch them and feel uncomfortable or try to make small talk, we just did the same.

Of course summer had to come to an end, and I had to go back to school. I didn't really keep in touch with any of my friends that I had hung out with over the summer because I went to private school and they went to various public schools in the area. I mean we may have hung out here or there on random weekends, but by this time I had started working and I had volleyball practice after school. And of course this was my junior year so I was starting to think about colleges and stuff like that. Around this time I also became really interested in politics and psychology so I was reading a lot and doing research. I really hadn't thought about Treavor in a long time. At least what felt like a long time in the life of a sixteen year old.