Behind Her Eyes

  Chapter 9

  The following morning I was outside our house waiting for Mike and his dad. My Yamaha 80cc was parked by the curb and my backpack was next to me where I sat on the wall. I had packed the basics; some food, in this case hot dogs and buns, Tom would bring a disposable grill, some sodas and bottled water. I also had a small first aid kit and my sleeping bag. I was ready for the mountains.

  Mike and his dad arrive on time. Mike's dad helped me load the bike onto the trailer and we drove off to pick up Tom.

  We were dropped off at the trail, with the usual words of caution: Don’t drive too fast, always use helmets and do you have your cell phones etc. After Mike’s dad left, we started our bikes put on the helmets and rode like the three musketeers up the trail. We made a stop almost halfway up to have some water and then continued. It took us a little over an hour to get to the camp.

  After we had parked our bikes, we set up camp. We had a big tent which accommodated six people so we had plenty of space, no spooning needed.

  Tom had brought his BB pistol so after setting up camp we spent a couple of hours shooting; it was Mike who was finally crowned the marksman. At one point when Tom and Mike were haggling about whose turn it was to shoot, I thought about how different things were with them compared to when I was with Brooke, apart from the sex I mean. With Tom and Mike I was like any other fifteen year old, playing, goofing around, and telling dirty jokes. With Brooke, I wanted to act mature, more grown up, maybe I craved her approval, even though she was only two years older than me. To me she was a woman like the ones I saw in the supermarket, or on TV shows. The girls in my class, with the exception of one or two, were all little girls compared to Brooke. They talked about boy bands, movie stars, and giggled over boys in general. Brooke was so sure of herself, she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Look at me, for example, she saw me, liked me and had me.

  I had thought about the running away idea before I went to bed the previous night. I guess after the fantastic time with Brooke at the river had sparked fantasies of us living together and making love all day. When I woke up, reality hit me, I was a kid, and I lived with my parents and little sister. Running away was not an option. Then I thought that maybe Brooke would wait a month and two years for me until I turn eighteen. Then I realized that she might have to move with her parents, or worse, get tired of waiting and find someone else.

  ‘Stop day dreaming, John, we are going to the creek for a swim, are you coming?’ Mike’s voice took me away from my thoughts.

  ‘On my way,’ I mumble.

  I got up and joined Mike and Tom who was standing at the other side of the camp from the track where we had arrived. It led down to a small but deep creek where we would hang out the rest of the day until it got dark.

  Tom started up the disposable grill, Mike turned on two camp lamps he had brought and I got the hot dogs out and soon after we were eating.

  ‘Did you hear that?’ said Tom suddenly.

  ‘Yes, sounded like a big bike engine.’ Mike replied.

  It only lasted for maybe ten seconds then went quiet. I had heard it as well, but it was time to drink the beers and after a while I was asked to give more details about my new sexual experiences. If I had been sober I wouldn’t have told them anything, but the beers had loosened my tongue and I told them a lot more than I should have. Looking at Mike and Toms expressions, they didn’t believe half of it.

  ‘Come on John, a girl would never do that the first time, only in porno movies do they do it the first time,’ said Mike.

  ‘I swear, it’s what she did.’

  ‘If you are not lying John, you must be the luckiest guy in the world.’ said Tom ‘You have never had a girlfriend or dated, and the first one you have is a beautiful nymphomaniac, what are the odds on that?’

  ‘Pretty slim I would say,’ added Mike.

  ‘Anyway, you guys should just listen and learn.’ I said with a grin.

  The night was becoming colder as the moon had come up above the trees spreading its cool light on us. We finish our last beers and decide to call it a night, and go to bed.