AE Nine

Nine
May 29, 2025
Materials: Art Panel, black and white photo print, gouache, acrylic gel medium

Original + Print available

Original is A4 size: 210 mm x 297 mm / 8.3 in x 11.7 in

Print is A3 size: 297 mm x 420 mm / 29.7 cm x 42 cm / 11.7 in x 16.5 in

Two Print options are available:

$35
Coated Matte paper
Printed in Lewes, UK
300 gsm
Archival 4-color ink
Signed

$45
Coated Photographic Satin paper
Printed in Lewes, UK
300 gsm
Archival 4-color ink
Giclee print
Signed

The Story:

True story.

He and I went to the same school. He came to my house every day after we got out for an hour or two until his mom got home. We played games and Barbies and Nintendo together. Tried to dance like MJ. I thought we were friends.

Then one weekend he called in the middle of the day. He was giggling a bit as he asked me if I ‘had big tits’, if I’d ever ‘given someone a blow job’, and if I wanted to f*ck him. I was shocked, confused, and scared. I hung up on him.

I told my mom and asked if we could change our number. We never changed our number but he never came over again. Luckily we went to different middle schools the next year. My mother and I never spoke of it again but she also never let me answer the phone after that. She screened my calls for a long time after that.

I didn’t see him again until we ended up in the same high school thanks to the changing districting of our neighborhoods.

I kept my distance. Never spoke to him. We had one class together senior year, an AP course. I bullied him every chance I got in that class. By that point I felt secure in my friends group and standing in the class as a whole. By then he was an easy target.

I never told anyone about the experience or him until I had to plan a reunion and didn’t want to have to track him down. It wasn’t me that called the numbers looking for him. My best friend did that for me.

A grown adult and I still don’t want to speak to him ever again. I’m not proud of my behavior but I’m not ashamed to admit I don’t feel bad for the way I treated him in the end.