the first time I saw him naked. Or that the first time he put hishand up my skirt, it felt so good that I thought if he was going to stop touching me I’d have no choice but to rip out all my hair.
“Tell us everything!” Shelby slams her hand on the counter, impatient.
For some reason I don’t want to share. Nathan’s still a mystery at Lincoln High. This isn’t like when I started hooking up with Trip and everyone already knew what he was like between the sheets.
The first thing I think of to share is that Nathan was also accepted to Barron; that he was just as nervous about skipping school and getting called into the office as I was. How he insisted on meeting my parents and tried really hard to impress them. And that he succeeded. But this isn’t what they’re after. If I exposed this, they would assume I thought Nathan was different, when I’m smarter than that. I love that right now I’m the only one who really knows anything about Nathan, with or without his clothes on. I’m not ready to give that up. Not while it’s still mine. It’s not going to be mine for long.
“Let’s just say it was awesome,” I tell them, clamping down on my straw.
They all cheer and laugh and give me high fives. I always feel like a lame frat boy whenever we do this, but whatever. ’Tis better to be the lame frat boy than the sorority girl getting used.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
B y the time Patrick Smith and Leila Court arrive to pick us up for the party, it’s nearly ten thirty, and even though we’ve eaten two large pepperoni pizzas, we’re still pretty tipsy.
“Hey, my lovelies!” Leila says. That’s the way she talks, as though everything is hers. “ My lovelies.” “ My bestie.” “ My Steve Maddens.” “ My Patrick.”
“ My , oh my ,” Shelby says, and we all burst out laughing as we squish together in the backseat of Patrick’s Jeep Cherokee. Shelby always makes fun of Leila, sometimes right in front of her, because she never gets it, and if she does, she doesn’t seem to care. We actually like Leila,though. And it’s not because she’s more popular than us, because she definitely is. Not by much, but she’s a cheerleader and her best friend is Celine McGillicutty. We like her because she’s seriously fun and nearly evolved.
“I brought my cherry vodka,” Leila says, swiveling around in the front seat to show it off.
“You’re my favorite person tonight,” I say to Leila. Shelby shakes from laughter next to me, and soon I’m laughing so hard I can barely keep my eyes open. Everything is whirling around me.
Leila claps at our excitement and leans over to kiss Patrick on the cheek. When I say Leila is nearly evolved, Patrick would be the hiccup in her growth. She was completely cool when Shelby lost her virginity to Patrick two summers ago during one of Leila and Patrick’s many, many breaks. Very evolved of her. Leila’s only downfall is TGS. After about a month of being on with Patrick, she always demands to be his girlfriend. When he ignores this demand and rebels against it by either flirting with a big-breasted junior or forgetting to return Leila’s phone calls, it’s always the same: Leila cries, sometimes in public. Sometimes she even throws stuff at him—yes, in public too. And predictably, he tells his friends, and girls like Shelby, Danica, Melissa, and me—the only females at Lincoln who understand that this is unacceptable—that Leila is a “crazy bitch.” We gave up trying to defend her the day she threw a tennis ball at his face during PE andgave him a black eye. And to think, it all could have been avoided if she’d just kept the g-word out of her mouth. Say “girlfriend” and boys say “good-bye.”
We get to the party and some guy I don’t recognize greets us as we walk into the shabby apartment. Unidentified guy waves and says, “Who’s getting lucky tonight?”
Patrick high-fives him. Leila is too busy hugging her vodka to know what’s going on. Melissa
“Tell us everything!” Shelby slams her hand on the counter, impatient.
For some reason I don’t want to share. Nathan’s still a mystery at Lincoln High. This isn’t like when I started hooking up with Trip and everyone already knew what he was like between the sheets.
The first thing I think of to share is that Nathan was also accepted to Barron; that he was just as nervous about skipping school and getting called into the office as I was. How he insisted on meeting my parents and tried really hard to impress them. And that he succeeded. But this isn’t what they’re after. If I exposed this, they would assume I thought Nathan was different, when I’m smarter than that. I love that right now I’m the only one who really knows anything about Nathan, with or without his clothes on. I’m not ready to give that up. Not while it’s still mine. It’s not going to be mine for long.
“Let’s just say it was awesome,” I tell them, clamping down on my straw.
They all cheer and laugh and give me high fives. I always feel like a lame frat boy whenever we do this, but whatever. ’Tis better to be the lame frat boy than the sorority girl getting used.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
B y the time Patrick Smith and Leila Court arrive to pick us up for the party, it’s nearly ten thirty, and even though we’ve eaten two large pepperoni pizzas, we’re still pretty tipsy.
“Hey, my lovelies!” Leila says. That’s the way she talks, as though everything is hers. “ My lovelies.” “ My bestie.” “ My Steve Maddens.” “ My Patrick.”
“ My , oh my ,” Shelby says, and we all burst out laughing as we squish together in the backseat of Patrick’s Jeep Cherokee. Shelby always makes fun of Leila, sometimes right in front of her, because she never gets it, and if she does, she doesn’t seem to care. We actually like Leila,though. And it’s not because she’s more popular than us, because she definitely is. Not by much, but she’s a cheerleader and her best friend is Celine McGillicutty. We like her because she’s seriously fun and nearly evolved.
“I brought my cherry vodka,” Leila says, swiveling around in the front seat to show it off.
“You’re my favorite person tonight,” I say to Leila. Shelby shakes from laughter next to me, and soon I’m laughing so hard I can barely keep my eyes open. Everything is whirling around me.
Leila claps at our excitement and leans over to kiss Patrick on the cheek. When I say Leila is nearly evolved, Patrick would be the hiccup in her growth. She was completely cool when Shelby lost her virginity to Patrick two summers ago during one of Leila and Patrick’s many, many breaks. Very evolved of her. Leila’s only downfall is TGS. After about a month of being on with Patrick, she always demands to be his girlfriend. When he ignores this demand and rebels against it by either flirting with a big-breasted junior or forgetting to return Leila’s phone calls, it’s always the same: Leila cries, sometimes in public. Sometimes she even throws stuff at him—yes, in public too. And predictably, he tells his friends, and girls like Shelby, Danica, Melissa, and me—the only females at Lincoln who understand that this is unacceptable—that Leila is a “crazy bitch.” We gave up trying to defend her the day she threw a tennis ball at his face during PE andgave him a black eye. And to think, it all could have been avoided if she’d just kept the g-word out of her mouth. Say “girlfriend” and boys say “good-bye.”
We get to the party and some guy I don’t recognize greets us as we walk into the shabby apartment. Unidentified guy waves and says, “Who’s getting lucky tonight?”
Patrick high-fives him. Leila is too busy hugging her vodka to know what’s going on. Melissa
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