After breakfast, you grab a pair of pink, white and teal high-top tennis shoes, your backpack and a jacket and head out to wait for the bus. When the bus finally comes, you get on and take your normal seat next to Jake, whom seems rather uncomfortable next to you.
All the way to school, you think that your conversation with Jake seems kind of forced and you are not sure why. When the bus finally arrives, you get off followed by Jake.
You know the bell for the first class is about to ring, but Jake pulls you aside with the comment, "I need to talk with you."
Several girls get off the bus and without thinking about it, you wave and tell them, "I'll catch up to you in a moment," and then turn your attention back to Jake.
As he shuffles his feet, you notice and hear the girls giggling as they move off a bit to wait for you and suddenly you feel really shy; almost as if you truly are a fourteen year old girl. Jake continues to shuffle his feet and then mutters something, clears his throat and starts over.
"We've been friends for a long time now, right?" he asks, but before you can answer, he continues on. "Well, what I mean is that, well, if you are up to it, well, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to, well, take in a movie or something. I mean, not as a date, but you know..."
Before he could ramble on any more, you leaned in, surprised at how tall he suddenly was, and kissed him. Looking up into his eyes, you tell him, "I'd love to."
Jake shuffles his feet and then mutters something. Clearing his throat, he asks, "Cool. Would Saturday be good?"
You nod, sure that you don't have nothing else planned. Suddenly how sore and sensitive your nipples and chest feel, what is happening around and to you, the fact that you just kissed your best friend, none of that matters. At the moment, you feel like a average fourteen year old girl. Jake nods and then turns away, turns back, turns away again, turns back, hesitates and then leans down and kisses you.
Liking the way his lips feel, you return the kiss. Afterward, he mumbles that he has to get to class and turns and leaves. Watching him go, not even realising that your chest and nipples have stopped being uncomfortable, but have started to push gently out into an A cup, you turn to the girls, who begin to ask you questions.
Answering them, blushing slightly, you walking into school. Beside you, one of the girls, Melissa, is telling you, "You and Jake have been such good friends. I kind of figured, once you left the tomboy faze behind, that you and him get together. You two make such a cute couple. Have you decided what to wear yet?"