wasnât pathetic about it. He didnât like me because he had no other friends in the world. He liked me because I was OK, and I think because he didnât know too many people who werenât from the Nerd Kingdom, what with the violin and music school and everything.
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Afterwards, Alicia and Rich and I went to Aliciaâs room, and she put a CD on, and she and I sat on the bed and Rich sat on the floor.
âWelcome to the family,â said Rich.
âDonât say it like that,â said Alicia. âIâll never see him again.â
âTheyâre not that bad,â I said, but they were, really. And to be honest, it wasnât just Aliciaâs parents who were getting on my nerves either. When I left the house that afternoon, I wondered whether Iâd ever go back.
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Afterwards, I went down to The Bowl for a little while and messed about on my board. Whoever invented skating is a genius, in my opinion. London gets in the way of every other sport. There are tiny little patches of green where you can play football, or golf, or whatever, and the concrete is trying to eat them away. So you play these games in spite of the city and, really, it would be better if you lived just about anywhere else, out in the countryside, or the suburbs, or someplace like Australia. But skating you do because of the city. We need as much concrete and as many stairs and ramps and benches and pavements as youâve got. And when the worldâs been completely paved over, weâll be the only athletes left, and there will be statues of Tony Hawk all over the world, and the Olympics will just be a million different skating competitions, and then people might actually watch. I will, anyway. I went to the wheelchair ramp that runs from the back door of the flats round the corner and messed aboutânothing too flash, just a few fakie flips and heelflips. And I thought about Alicia, and her family, and started rehearsing what I was going to say to her about us not seeing so much of each other, or maybe not seeing each other at all.
It was weird, really. If youâd have told me at that party that I was going to go out with Alicia, and we were going to start sleeping together, and Iâd get sick of herâ¦Well, I wouldnât have understood. It wouldnât have made any sense to me. Before you have sex for the first time, you canât imagine where itâs ever going to come from, and you certainly canât imagine dumping the person whoâs providing it. Why would you do that? A beautiful girl wants to sleep with you and youâre bored ? How does that work?
All I can say is that, believe it or not, sex is like anything else good: once you have it, you stop being quite so bothered about it. Itâs there, and itâs great and everything, but it doesnât mean youâre happy to let everything else go out of the window. If having sex regularly meant listening to Aliciaâs dad being snobby, and giving up skating, and never seeing mates, then I wasnât sure how much I wanted it. I wanted a girlfriend whoâd sleep with me, but I wanted a life as well. I didnât knowâstill donât knowâwhether people managed that. Mum and Dad didnât. Alicia was my first serious girlfriend, and it wasnât happening for us either. What it seemed like was that Iâd been so desperate to sleep with someone that Iâd swapped too much for it. OK, Iâd said to Alicia. If youâll let me have sex, Iâll give you skating, mates, schoolwork and my mum (because I was sort of missing her, in a funny sort of way). Oh, and if your mum and dad want to talk to me like Iâm some no-hoper crackhead, thatâs fine by me too. Justâ¦get your clothes off. And I was beginning to realize that Iâd paid over the odds.
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When I got home, Mum was sitting at the kitchen table with the bloke from Pizza Express. I recognized him straightaway,