15

I sat down next to Grace. grabbed the bottle from the desk, and took a good swig; I needed to clear my mind.

"That guy isn't going to let you go so easily; it's very sweet of him to want to fight for your love," she said dreamily.

I took another swig.

"Hayden is very cute; I think out of all the guys you've been with, he's the closest to what you're looking for; he's so romantic and persistent," she said.

I looked at her; Grace was right; I've always wished for someone like Hayden, but never did I ask for a twenty-two-year-old.

"I don't want to see him anymore," I told her.

Grace looked at me.

"If you're going to react like this every time someone mentions your age difference, you're screwed. Hayden is an adult just like you," she said.

I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling.

"But he's twenty-two," I complained.

"Yeah, and possibly twenty-two centimeters long. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and grab the bull by the horns. Ride that animal; you won't regret it," she s