“It all started the summer before you left,” Mitchell started. “You and I were 11, I remember that. One day, the guys and I went out to the arcade while you girls had that shopping day with your moms.”
I cringed at the mention of that horrid day. “That was hell.” I whispered, causing a light chuckle to come out of his mouth. I vowed not to interrupt anymore because I was genuinely shocked that he was sharing. Finally. It only took 6 years, but I’m learning about my first heartbreak from the source itself.
“Well, there was this one girl at the arcade. Her name was Brianna, and she was 13. She was hitting puberty and growing t**s, so naturally all the guys were talking about what they wanted to do to her.” He stopped for a minute to laugh before continuing. “Well, we were 10, 11, and 12, s
