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16-year old Martin didn't know much but he knew that it was over too fast.
He, also, knew that he should probably apologise.
'K-Katherine, I-I...' he began but the young girl was already giggling.
'Thirty seconds?' the chuckles had turned into full-blown laughter, now. 'Thirty seconds, Crieff! Fuckin' 'ell! I know this was your first time but I thought you'd at least last a minute.'
Martin felt his cheeks burn.
'I'm...I-I'm really s-sorry.'
That, actually, made it worse as Katherine let out a loud gigglesnort. He shouls probably be offended, he supposed, but he didn't really blame her.
'I-I should probably g-go...' he slid out of the girl's bed and started hunting for his clothes.
'Yeah, you should,' Katherine huffed out through giggles, reaching for the landline that sat on her bedside table. 'I need to make some calls, anyway.'
Martin's head snapped up from his jeans.
She rolled her eyes.
'To the lads at school? You didn't think this...' she gestured between them both and Martin felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
'N-no. No. No. O-of course.'
She started laughing again.
'Oh my God! You did! That's fuckin' priceless! No, Crieff, you're not exactly my type,' she sneered. 'Now, sod off. This is going to be fuckin' hilarious.'
Martin heard her talking to one of the boys in their class as he walked out of her room, now fully-dressed. As Katherine shrieked with laughter he felt the tears well up, again.
Barely a minute. Martin thought he'd set the bed on fire he was blushing so much.
'God...I...' he faltered, looking anywhere except his unfortunate partner. 'I-I-I'm so sorry, Peter. I...I don't know wh-what to say...'
The laugh he got in response was expected but the fondness behind it wasn't.
'C'mere, you great tit,' strong arms looped around his shoulders and dragged him closer, until he was leaning against a broad chest. 'Just means you like me, dun'it?'
Martin thought he could cry.
'I'm...thanks. I-I am sorry, though.'
'It's fine, sunshine,' Peter said, and Martin felt fingers working through his ginger curls. 'Everyone's always a bit rubbish when they start off with someone.'
Martin shrugged and hoped it'd get better.
Martin sat at the end of the bed, a pillow clutched on his lap, protectively.
'I...' he stopped and cleared his throat. 'I-I'm really--'
'Just leave it,' Sarah cut him off, which made go, if possible, even brighter.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Martin staring at the faded carpet, Sarah staring at him. After a while, he looked up.
'I...I don't know what you want me to say...'
She shrugged, coldly.
'Let me guess. This never happens to you, right?'
'A-actually. Actually it does. N-not that that's a good thing. I'm well aware that that's even worse because it smacks of "won't be getting any better any time soon" but you should know that you're not the first. N-not that I mean that it's your fault. Just that you're not the first person I-I've been with when this has happened...' he petered out, staring at a spot just to the left of Sarah's head.
'Right.' she said after a minute. 'So, not only does this happen all the time but it's not likely to get any better?'
Martin checked his throat, again, and nodded mutely. Sarah sighed.
'Get. Out. Martin.' she repeated, slowly. 'I just got out of a relationship with a bloke who was shit in bed and I really can't be bothered nursing anymore broken egos. Good try. Points for effort. Get you clothes on and get out.'
Martin gaped for a moment before snapping to attention.
'R-right. Right. Right. Yes. Right.'
He was dressed and out Sarah's flat in record-breaking time, and slumped down on the pavement outside, running a hand through his hair. They'd only been dating a few weeks but still. Where was he going wrong?
'Jeremy!' Martin came with a shout, feeling the gut-wrenching embarressment even half-way through.
His partner pulled away, looking confused.
'Did you just...? Already?'
Martin didn't blame him. They'd just, barely, got in the door, after all.
Martin didn't go to clubs, much. They didn't suit him. He didn't like the music, the noise, the claustrophobic press of bodies, but an old school friend had dragged him along.
That's were he'd met Jeremy, just a couple of hours previous, leant up against the smoking area. Martin had escaped the heat of the club in favour of some fresh air and they'd started talking. Jeremy about music, Martin about planes. It was a short while afterwards that Jeremy had pushed him up against the smoking shelter. He'd tasted of tobacco and tequila.
'Which way's your flat, Marty?'
Martin rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, awkwardly.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow.
'We hadn't even got the bedroom, mate.'
'Y-yes. I-I know...'
Jeremy rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh.
'Right. Well, this was a magical evening,' he drawled. 'but I'm going to go, now.'
Martin didn't look up from the floor as the fron door opened and closed with a snap.
She was gorgeous. Completely beautiful. Long brown hair and bright hazel eyes. Her smile made his stomach flip and her laugh made his head spin.
And she didn't mind.
He'd apologised so much that the word 'sorry' no longer help meaning but she'd just quieted him with a gentle kiss. Told him it didn't matter. Told him she wasn't with him for the sex. Told him she liked him, anyway.
Martin could never believe she was with him. They didn't have sex much. He figured she wasn't really into it and that it was probably his fault.
Turns out, he was partially correct. She wasn't really into it with him.
She was into it when she was with the CEO of the company she worked for in London.
'Sorry, Martin,' she said, packing up the few items she'd kept in his flat. 'We both knew it wasn't going to work.'
She'd kissed him on the cheek and walked out for the last time, and Martin hadn't been able to stop himself sinking onto his sofa bed.
'I didn't know...'