I'm currently a senior in high school. There's this boy that goes to my school that I practically grew up with because our parents were best friends, so our families would get together on a regular basis for parties and grill outs and things like that. We would play together a lot as kids, but as we grew older we just became more and more distant. I know it's kind of sad, but we're both just two very different people. He's somewhat of a loner and mostly keeps to himself at school while I tend to hang out more with the popular crowd, so aside from the occasional glance and nod in the hallways, we mostly just pretend like we don't even know eachother.

Just recently at my school I was competing with another girl for a certain boy's affection when I decided to up the ante by sending him some pretty racy photos of myself on his phone. To make a long story short, the photos I sent him began circulating all around school and before I knew it all the kids were taunting me and harrassing me about being a slut and a whore. I was absolutely devastated and the months that followed were a complete hell for me as I considered transfering to another school just to get away from the constant harrassment. It even led me to quit the cheerleading squad as all the rest of the girls would do nothing but call me names and make jokes about how easy I was. Then, a couple weeks ago, I was walking home from school all by myself just to get away from everyone as I cried to myself when out of nowhere the boy I mentioned earlier who I grew up with pulled up in his car and asked me if I wanted a ride. I was surprised because we hadn't actually said more two words to eachother since we were in middle school. I was feeling very alone, so I said sure and got in his car. We just drove along in silence for awhile until he finally told me that he noticed I had been pretty depressed lately and asked what was wrong. Once again I was a little surprised because not only was I unaware that he paid any attention to what was going on with me, but I was surprised that he hadn't already heard about my predicament since everyone at our school and their mother seemed to know about it. But then again, as I said before, he didn't really associate much with the other kids at our school, so I guess it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that he hadn't heard about it. I told him it wasn't important, but before I knew it he had taken a little detour as he pulled into the parking lot of a local park, stopped the car and asked me if I wanted to talk about it. I told him no, but he insisted, assuring me that it would make me feel better. Despite the fact that we had drifted apart over time, I had to admit that he had always been a very sweet guy, even when we were kids, and I was very touched that he seemed to care so much about what was wrong with me even though I had turned into a real stuck up bitch in the last few years, so before I knew it I was actually openning up and telling him about everything as he listened very intently.

After I was done talking, he told me not to listen to the other girls at school because they were just trying to tear me down out of jealousy because I was prettier than them and they knew it. He said in the end it didn't matter what other people thought of me as long as I believed in myself. Then he looked me directly in the eyes and told me that I was a very beautiful person inside and to always remember that. As he was telling me all of this in an obvious effort to boost my spirits, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful his eyes were and all of the sudden I wondered why I'd never noticed how handsome he was before. I suddenly found myself swooning as he told me how beautiful I was and before I knew it I lost my head and leaned in and kissed him. I was more than happy when he kissed me back and before I knew it, we were making out like crazy in his car as he ran his hands all over my body. Despite being incredibly random and hot it was also very sweet and tender and I can't remember ever feeling that way before as I made out with a guy. I was so turned on as he felt me up and told me how beautiful I was that I was completely ready to give it up to him right there in his car in front of everyone as I climbed on his lap and began working myself against the obvious bulge in his pants. I just wanted him so much. Then, out of nowhere, he actually stopped me and said, "You know what, maybe I should be getting you home." I asked him what the rush was I attempted to continue mauling him despite his protests, but he stopped me again and insisted that it was probably best considering the circumstances. At first I just sat there silently pouting to myself on the rest of the drive home as I tried to figure out what he meant by that, but then it occured to me what the kids at school would say if they found out who I had been making out with in a parked car and what it would do to my already bruised reputation.

As he pulled into my driveway, I told him, "Look..."

But before I could even say anything more, he said, "Don't worry, I understand. I know you're in a very vulnerable position right now and I wouldn't want to take advantage of that. As far as I'm concerned, none of this ever happened. You just take care of yourself, okay?? And if you ever need anyone to talk to, you know where I am."

"Thanks," I told him with a smile. "You're very sweet."

Ever since then, things have pretty much gone back to the way they were, with the exception of the occasional smile that we'll flash eachother as we pass in the hallway. The only problem is that I haven't been able to get him out of my mind ever since that steamy moment in his car. I've been fantasizing about him and having these really intense sexual dreams. Every time I see him at school now I can't help but notice how hot he looks and I imagine myself tearing his clothes off. What should I do??