"He's a weirdo I swear," I tell my friends. They stare back smiling their heads off with their best empathetic look. 

"You so like him Elise," Isabella taunts, poking my side with a grin. 

"He's just, um, so weird," I mutter. 

"Then why are you dating him?" Katherine interjects. 

"It just happened ," I say. 

I never meant to end up with a boyfriend. I'm only fifteen, and where Iv'e come from, it's highly inappropriate to even look at a guy. Let alone, go on an exclusive overseas trip for a prestigious humanities convention to end up running wild with one. Running around a new city without the constraints of parents, budgets, watching eyes and possibilities of seeing someone you know. Being able to not have anything to study for, being offline for a while. Just being able to enjoy someone's company. That's how I guess this all happened. Freedom let me get to know and fall for this silly pubescent boy. Okay, so he's not pubescent. Still. It's just weird. 

Before I got on that plane I thought I had strong morals. I thought that I'd be able to say no. That I wouldn't conform to the stereotype of a girl that was soon to be sixteen. However, to my horror, that would fly in a moment. He kissed me. I didn't stop him. I didn't say no. I didn't hate it and that's what troubles me now. 

When will it stop? 

How far is too far? 

What if I regret this? 

They are all questions that I ask. Now that we are in a Highschool relationship, the rules are set. It should be okay if there are ground rules right? 

However, he wants more than that. He pushes those boundaries. 

How far can we go until "it just happened"  isn't valid.