Classically pretty
pop princess
sidling along corridors
on the way to class
printed school dress rucked up
to expose
perfect creamy thighs.
How could any bloke resist?
Too much temptation
for any red-blooded male
let alone Mr handsome
suave, sophisticated
captain of the football team,
leader of the gang
who smoked illicit cigarettes
beyond the school fence.
How could I say no?
I said yes,
asked her out.
The pristine, perfect couple
holding hands in assembly
sharing not-quite chaste kisses
in the changing rooms.
The facade of an immaculate
golden relationship.
Behind the scenes
not so golden.
She wanted more
than I was prepared to give
and pouted
when she did not get her way.
Not-quite-chaste kisses
were not enough for her.
The last straw
came later on
when she caught me
kissing John.
The secret out
nowhere to go but
smudged mascara
and hysterical theatrics.
I did not care,
relief was sweet.