Nathaniel DuBois was the first boy Beatriz really crushed. Actually, the first first was Johnny Depp, but he didn’t count. Everybody liked him and still does, for the most part.
Nathaniel was a big guy, shoulders like a football player, loud and clownish, but a childishly shy kind of sweetheart when you got him alone. Beatriz and he would talk about the weirdest, funniest kinds of things and she would always smile whenever she saw him, even if he were with (an)other girl(s). She would have to look away sometimes when talking to him, whenever he smiled mostly. Her mind would think the naughtiest things about his tongue.
She stole her first kiss from him, impulsively caught him on his blue Popsicle stained mouth while he was laughing at some stupid, dirty joke she told him. The moment was perfect. Her lips pressed to his, slightly puckered and closed, amateur that she was. He didn’t seem to mind and even assisted her in the proper way without missing a beat, opening her mouth with his tongue and pulling her closer to him, grabbing handfuls of her rump. It might have lasted for a minute, maybe five, but it felt like a blissful eternity.
He tasted so sweet; she thought all kisses would taste the same. It broke her heart to find not all were.
It only happened once, soon after he started a relationship with Abigail Procter. Beatriz held no rancor, her feelings for him mellowed, and she had to admit, they were a very cute couple. Perfect for each other, both charming and silly.
Even though she was happy for them, she couldn’t help but lick her lips whenever she saw him and think, for just the moment, what it would be like to have him as hers.
Malcolm Bains, or “Jif”, was Beatriz’s first, official, boyfriend. He was very sharp and clever. Led a gang, the name of which she forgets. It didn’t really seem like a gang, it wasn’t very big; maybe six, five guys and they weren’t bad. Didn’t rob little old ladies or rape girls, but did shoplift on occasion and fought other “gangs” when they trespassed or disrespected them. They just hung out generally.
There was one guy she remembers. He was called “Gameboy” because he incessantly played Nintendo, loved the arcades. He was very nice.
They called her “Baby Girl” since none of them had the tongue for Spanish; Malcolm just called her “Baby” and got defensive with anyone else who did.
He was very protective of her, mostly because he didn’t think much of himself, no matter how hard his front, and she was the first girl who was extra special, was sexy, not slutty.
She liked him a lot, he was chivalrous, even though he didn’t look it, but he still had toughness.
He also took her cherry. She wouldn’t have wanted to lose it any other way.
