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Granted, if one looked at it objectively, Nicole quitting Student Council wasn’t exactly horrific. If it wasn’t Nicole, I might have even labeled it ‘teen drama.’ Nevertheless I still mirrored her sad expression.

“Is it that bad?” I asked her.

She nodded as she drove, then sighed. “I didn’t wanna tell you because I figure it would put a rain cloud over our hanging out time.” She paused, then spoke with an uncharacteristically small voice. “Want me to just drop you off at home?”

“No!” I all but shouted.

Nicole recovered somewhat. “Good, because I haven’t been able to hang out with Single Adam in a long while, and I miss him.”

“It’s all about sex with you, isn’t it?” I asked her slyly, somewhat relieved myself that we got over the topic of her quitting and onto something a bit more happy.

“Hey, I never mentioned sex.” She replied with her own sly voice. I made the mistake of letting silence creep into the conversation, and she picked up right where she left off. “But yeah, I’m definitely quitting. It’s like… I don’t want to leave but I’d rather be a bit sad because I left then go through awkward hell every week until the year is over, y’know?”

Whenever Nicole spoke with a flustered voice, it was all too clear that she was upset, or at least more upset than she wanted to overtly show. I didn’t ever dare call her out on that or even make note, because then she might go to lengths to hide it, and I was barely at the point where I could start reading her.

I didn’t respond, mainly because I didn’t know what the heck to say, and Nicole took note of that. “Sorry.” She flatly said. “So what do you wanna do?”

“You could try talking to Phil or something.” I weakly suggested, ignoring her attempt to change the conversation. Nicole was always the one suggesting ways to make my life better. I felt like I owed it to her to do the same.

“I don’t want to.” She simply answered.

“But if you did, and you reached some kind of compromise or something…” I trailed off.

“There’s nothing to compromise about.” She turned to face me, despite still driving. “Being in the same room as Phil is the problem. There’s nothing I can do to solve that, let alone you.” She turned back to the road, to my relief. “No offense.” She tossed over her shoulder.

“None taken.” I muttered. I knew my place. I may have come a long way, but I was nowhere near Nicole’s level. It sure did seem silly, though, that she was able to solve the most monumental problems of others, and yet seemed to be unable to solve her own.

“I want you to stay on the council.” I added after another silence.

“I kinda figured that.” she shot back. “I wanna stay too. It just… It just would lead to icky stuff.”

“But what if in a month you can tolerate being in the same room as him again?” I blurted out. “Would it have been worth it to quit?”

“And what if this is hard enough as it is and I don’t need my friend badgering me about a decision that was difficult enough to make by myself?” Nicole asked me, lowering an eyebrow but keeping her eyes on the road.

I broke out in a grin. If I hadn’t known any better, I would say it caught her off guard. “So I’ve graduated to the ranking of ‘friend,’ have I, your highness?” I asked her sarcastically.

A mix between angry and holding back a giggle splashed across Nicole’s face. “Oh my god.” She muttered, giving me a gentle shove. “You are such a dinkus.”

Dinkus. Yet another word I’m sure many highschoolers used that I didn’t know. Either way, it was good to change the subject and see her give off a smile of some kind. “You’re a dinkus.” I replied lamely. I thought I would have had a better comeback but nothing came to me in time.

“Oh snap. Good one.” She replied sarcastically. “Yeah, but only because ‘fuck buddy’ is an outdated term.”

“Really?” I asked her, almost serious. “I would have thought a term like ‘fuck buddy’ would be relatively modern.”

“Is ‘swag’ outdated?” Nicole asked me, smiling triumphantly already at my answer.

“Point taken.” I admitted begrudgingly, in time for us to arrive at her home. Taking off my seatbelt, I hopped out of the car and noticed that the car matched Nicole’s attire and hair – all black.

“Hey, Nicole.” I semi-shouted.

“Yo.” She whisked around just before opening her front door.

“What’s with the black?” I asked. “I mean, you, the car…”

“Oh my God, Adam.” Nicole responded. “You can’t just ask a car why it’s black.”

She noted my blank stare and waved me off. “Never mind. I dunno, I just like it. It’s a nice base, like a template. If I wear black all the time, it’s like a constant. Nobody knows me for how I dress because they always just see the same thing. Suddenly it’s who I am, not what I wear, that becomes so important. I was gonna do it with white, but it gets dirty so easily.”

“Oh, so you’re a special snowflake.” I said with a wink.

“You know me too well, squirt.” She replied with a wink of her own, before reaching for the doorknob.

“I’m surprised you’re not better friends with Paul.” I remarked, to no one in particular.

Without seeing her face, I could see that she visibly hesitated. Pulling her hand from the doorknob but not moving to face me, she asked, “Paul who?”

I scratched my head. “Paul… Stevens.”

She chuckled intently. “Oh boy.” She murmured. “We’re gonna have a conversation, aren’t we?” Without waiting for me to process what she said, let alone respond to it, she opened the door and waltzed in.

“Hi mommy, hi daddy!” She sang gleefully, taking her coat off and throwing it on to the coat rack, kind of like in the movies. “I have Adam with me so please leave any disappointment in the jar to your left.”

I shot her a look as I took my boots off. She looked at me for about a second before breaking into a full grin. Once we had all of our winter gear off we marched into the kitchen where her parents were waiting. As usual, Mr. Baker was sitting at the kitchen table, now reading A Tale of Two Cities. Mrs. Baker was sitting at the table too, doing some kind of paperwork.

“Welcome home.” She said half-pleasantly, then looked at me with no amusement in her eyes. “Oh, hello, Arnold.”

“Adam.” I corrected her.

“Don’t.” Nicole said to me in a whisper. I looked over to her and saw she was holding her face in her hand.

Mrs. Baker attached her gaze back to Nicole. “So, you’re back with him?” She asked her. “Isn’t Phil going to be upset by this?”

“The council meeting? Oh, it went fine, mum.” Nicole answered annoyedly. Her mother appeared to have a talent for getting under her skin.

“Ah, so he broke up with you, huh?” Mrs. Baker asked, giving Nicole the stone-faced stare of a lifetime. “How unfortunate. It’s almost as if I told you it would happen.”

“I broke up with him.” Nicole said weakly, her hand still covering her face.

“What did you expect, sweetheart?” Her mother added in a coaxing voice. Whether she was being sarcastic or not, I couldn’t tell. “They were raised in the same family. Do you know how Einstein defined insanity?”

“Okay, mom, can we not start this shit when we have a guest over, please?” Nicole asked in an exasperated tone. “If you need to tell me anything, just put it in the jar.”

I looked at her, confused. She motioned to the kitchen counter. There was a jar labelled ‘disappointments’ with a few pieces of writing in it. I almost chuckled to myself. That was so funny, in a very sad way.

Mrs. Baker stood up and walked by us, observing us. She stopped at me, and looked me right in the face. “It’s fine,” She finally said. “Go have your fun. Supper’s at six. Warn me if Adam is staying over.”

Nicole sighed. “Maman, donnez-moi une chance.” She spoke in perfect French. ” Ce garçon est différent. Je n’aime pas comment vous me parlez quand je suis avec mes amis.”

“Je le ferais peut-être si tu arrêtais de coucher avec tes amis et de déshonorer ta famille.” Her mother fired back. “Tu aimes dire ‘il est différent’ à chaque fois tu as un nouveau mec qui ne cherche toujours qu’une relation sexuelle.” It was awkward enough being in the middle of their debate, let alone not knowing what they were saying. Plus, to be blunt, it was French.

“Vous ne voulez pas comprendre! Ce n’est pas juste!” Nicole protested. “Oui, je suis une putain. Alors, quoi? Pourquoi est-ce que je suis inférieure simplement parce que j’aime les rapports? Vous devriez être heureuse que je suis honnête avec vous!”

Nicole’s tone was getting angry, and she was starting to breathe heavier as well. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but feel like this was a more common occurrence in this house than I would have liked to admit, even though the French part confused me. Finally, Mr. Baker cleared his throat. “Nicole, if you’re going to have the boy over, go to your room.” He declared with his low, gravelly voice. “We’ve got things to take care of down here, and your tone is not appreciated.”

Nicole’s gaze went from her mom, to her dad, to her mom again. “C’est des conneries,” she muttered in disgust as she loudly trudged up the stairs. After sneaking one last look at her parents, I followed her upstairs to her room, where I found her lying face-down on her bed.

“You okay?” I asked her gently, sitting next to her.

“Parents fucking suck sometimes.” She muttered into the sheets. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“Don’t be too sorry, Jean Valjean.” I quipped. “I had no clue what the hell you were saying. What was with the French?”

She lifted her head up lazily. “It’s a system my family thought up. When we want to talk but keep it private with other people in the room, we say it in French. It used to be Spanish, but as Spence, Mitch and I got older more and more people our age would pick up on what we said.” A small smile began to show on her face. “We used to do it for fun things. Making fun of strangers whenever we were out as a family, gossiping… We even pretended to be a family from France on vacation once. It kinda backfired since the first people we talked to turned out to be from Quebec.” Her head flopped back down on to the mattress. “Canadians suck sometimes too.”

My hand caressed her back gently. “I think it’s really cool that you know French.” I said supportively.

“You’re just saying that because mom tore me a fourty-seventh asshole today.” She mumbled into her sheets.

“Does she do it often?” I asked her.

Nicole lifted herself up, eventually moving to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. My hand never left her back. “Not in French,” she commented, resting her head on my shoulder. “Whenever she feels like it though, she just goes for it.”

“What did you say?” I asked her.

“No offense, squirt, but if I wanted to say it in front of you, I would have spoken English.” She said, moving her head so she could stare me directly in the eye.

I didn’t respond. We sat there for a good few moments until Nicole got up and paced for a little bit. Afterwards, she stretched, and casually stripped away her two layers of shirts, leaving herself topless.

“Should I be taking the hint?” I asked jokingly.

“Take off your shirt too if my boobs bother you.” Nicole shot back with a wink. She then sat back down on the bed. Instinctively, my hand went to caress her breast.

“I mean, why else would you take your shirt off with me here?” I asked her teasingly.

She looked at me with an eyebrow arched. “Actually, if you want me to be honest, I do this all the time.” She informed me. “I realize you may not quite get this, but boobs are kind of a big load. Especially when they’re as big as mine. And especially especially when you’re a fucking idiot that doesn’t wear a bra.”

“Then why don’t you?” I asked, my hand still caressing her.

She shrugged. “I dunno. They’re too restricting, too tight. I guess my skin is kinda sensitive.” She answered. “But real talk, usually the first thing I do when I get home is lose the shirt. It’s not even a horny thing, it’s just, like… Freedom. Plus, I mean…” She shooed my hand away and grabbed her breasts in her hands. “Boobs. Fuckin’ boobs. These things are awesome. They’re heavy and annoying. but when I’m bored, I just sorta grab them or something.”

I chuckled, and also had to admit to myself that I liked where this conversation was going. “Don’t you ever turn yourself on?” I asked, hoping to get her in the mood.

“Actually, not really.” She replied, stone-faced. Well, that was a misfire, I thought to myself. “Guys love to think that every girl’s boobs are like these two pleasure buttons, and the bigger the girl’s boobs are, the more horny she feels from them getting touched. Yeah, that’s actually not really true at all. Truth be told, even when a guy is doing everything right, sometimes I don’t even feel anything from someone touching my nips or hell, even sucking on ’em. Plus, studies have shown that it’s actually the smaller boobs that feel more pleasure. I think I have one or two of those saved in my browser’s bookmarks if you wanna-”

“I’m… good, thanks.” I interrupted. It was clear I lost on that front.

She shrugged. “Whatever. Your loss.” She said, falling backwards and laying down on the bed, her boobs in her hands.

“So those times where I suck your nipples are just for nothing?” I asked, admittedly curious at this point.

“Not all of them, don’t worry.” She responded flatly. “Plus, the more sexually charged I am, the more I enjoy it, and let’s be honest.” She lifted her head and gave me a naughty grin. “I’m one horny little bitch.”

Now’s your chance, the voice in my head told me. Make a move.

Before I could she continued. “Maybe I should start wearing a bra.” She said, setting her head back down again. “The only problem is, in my size, they charge like fifty fucking dollars. For boob cups on a strap. That’s just stupid. Plus, I like the free feel. Some girls don’t like that I don’t wear a bra, like that in itself is slutty and it somehow insults all girls that I could let men objectify me or something.”

That sounds like something Jenna would say, I thought to myself.

“But to me, the more sexually open I am, then yeah, guys will view me as a sex doll, but the more they seem to just have a good time with me and appreciate me for who I am. It’s kinda nice to just embrace your flaws and know that others will accept you for it, even knowing that it’s mostly because they hope you’ll blow them underneath the bleachers or something.”

“That sounds like something straight out of a porn movie.” I commented.

Nicole grinned. “Yeah, kinda.” She replied. “I bet that’s where I got the idea for it too.” Suddenly, her eyes widened and she shot up. “Oh, right! Paul! We were totally gonna talk about him.”

“Paul’s the dude you blew under the bleachers?!” I asked her in disbelief. For some odd reason, I didn’t like picturing Paul ever doing anything sexual.

“Ew, God no.” Nicole replied. Apparently, neither did she. “I never did anything with him. I just sorta remembered. You mentioned him earlier.”

“Yeah, you both wear black a lot.” I answered lamely. “Plus you both really like to ‘real talk.’ Although the think you do it more because you feel like it, and he does it more to feel superior and give advice.”

Nicole sat up again. “Right?!” She asked excitedly. “Honestly, I don’t like Paul at all. He kinda scares me.”

“Scares you?” I repeated her. “Why?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. I don’t like his indirect way of answering things. It’s like he can’t ever be open about himself, and always has to have the conversation be one-sided. If someone ever asks me about something, I give them a straight answer.”

“Grade eleven.” I quipped.

“Shut up.” She replied, a grin forming. “You know what I mean. Plus, I get the feeling that under that innocent exterior is a serious manipulator. I bet he’s more of a slut than I am.”

“That’s kind of unfair.” I murmured loud enough for her to hear. “That’s just your opinion of how he is on the outside presuming things about his personality.”

Nicole looked at me with a lazy yet mischievous smile on her face. “Welcome to high school, squirt.” she announced. “Everyone’s gonna do that. At least I have the balls to admit it.. You probably did it too.”

“I did not.” I replied fiercely with an offended tone.

“No?” She asked, sitting up with a challenging grin on her face. “What about when you were head-over-heels for May? Are you telling me that there wasn’t a single time another guy talked to her, and you wanted to rip his balls off?”

Zac. She got me. I said nothing and looked down, which only fed her grin and turned it into one of triumph.

“Thought so.” She sighed contentedly. “Anyway, what were we talking about?”

“Gossip about others?” I offered.

“No, before that.” She said, pondering.

“…Paul?”

“Right, that.” She snapped to attention. “I just wanted to conclude by saying that I think he likes talking to others about their problems just so he can avoid his own, which is kind of a shitty way of doing things.”

“I think you two are more alike than you think.” I replied cheekily.

“I ought to wash your mouth out with soap.” Nicole giggled, lunging at me and trying to tickle me. Luckily for me, I wasn’t ticklish.

“Aw.” She pouted. “You’re no fun.” There was a significant pause, then she added, “No, I’m not.”

“You both like drama.” I suggested.

“Yeah, in an artsy-fartsy school. Imagine that.” She retorted. “Everyone who comes to Hazelwood High is either artsy, delusional or lost. I mean, remember how we talked about the sports teams at our last council meeting?”

I thought about it. “Did we?” I asked. “I don’t think we did.”

“Exactly.” She winked. “Arts are more fun anyway. In sports, you compete against others to get points. In arts, you compete against yourself to express what best matches your feelings.”

“Too deep for me.” I said jokingly.

“Well, excuse me.” Nicole replied in an annoyed voice. “I forgot I wasn’t talking to Bertolt Brecht.” The stretched on the bed then sat up. “Ooh, there’s an idea. I should try out for the school play next year.” With that, she flopped back down on the bed again.

I laid down on the bed, her laziness becoming contagious, so that our heads were side-to-side from opposite directions. I turned my head to meet hers and gently kissed her cheek. “Why didn’t you this year? Didn’t you say you wanted to?” I asked casually.

“Too much on my plate, I guess.” She lazily replied, stretching. “Now that Student Council is out the window, I guess I can finally do it.”

“Nicole…” I started.

“Sssssh.” She replied lazily, reaching over with her opposite hand and covering my mouth. Playfully, I kissed her outstretched hand and brought it over me, shifting us into a spooning position.

After a while, she spoke up. “You want sex right now, don’t you?”

I turned around to face her. “Is this a trick question?”

She chuckled softly. “No, but I could tell something was up in the way you were responding to me when I was talking about these.” She cupped a boob in each hand.

“I’m a teenage boy. Sue me.” I retorted.

“You sound like me.” She grinned.

“Do you want sex right now?” I asked her, attempting to hide my hopefulness.

There was a clear pause. I eventually turned to Nicole, who appeared to be thinking it over. “Not really.” She finally concluded, then softly chuckled. “I know it’s weird. The school slut doesn’t want some right when you do. Sorry for blueballin’ ya.”

“You’re not the school slut.” I replied forcibly.

“Why aren’t I?” She casually asked, turning to face me.

“Well…” I began, almost nervous from her question. “I mean… you mean more than that to me.”

“I’m aware I’m more than just a slut, squirt. Obama’s also more than a president. He’s a person.” She replied.

“Obama?” I asked.

She shrugged. “First person I could think of.”

“Yeah, but a slut’s a bad thing. I-”

“Why?” She interrupted.

“Why is being a slut a bad thing?” I asked.

“Yup.”

“Well… It kind of devalues you. Like you’re just someone who just sells out their body and has no self-respect. And you’re more than that.”

“And if someone has sex with a lot of guys like that, then they have no self-respect?” She asked.

“Right.”

“Wrong.” She told me. “Sex is a natural thing. If I like it and want it, that shouldn’t have anything to do with my value to myself, or to others. The most insecure, self-hating girl in the world and the most secure, narcissistic girl in the world could both love sex just as much as each other. What would you use then to judge how much respect they have for themselves?”

“Umm…” I sensed a trap. “I dunno.”

“Then don’t judge them in the first place.” Nicole coolly told me. “It’s not like anyone’s love of sex is affecting you, unless you get in on it.” She grabbed my crotch to prove my point. “Slut is just a state of being. It just means that I like sex. And it’s not harming anyone, or an outlet for insecurity. No one teases me because I love video games too much. No one teases me because I love acting. But when people get this idea that the more sex you have, the less self-respect you have, that’s bad.”

“But I didn’t say you had no self-respect.” I protested. “I just said that a slut is-”

“Alright. What’s the difference between me and a slut?” She asked, squeezing my crotch to the point of slight pain. “I mean, hey. You’re having casual sex with two girls right now. Are you doing it because you have no self-respect?”

Hook, line, and sinker. “No, I’m not.” I admitted.

“Why are you doing it, Adam?” She asked in a sing-song voice, letting go of me.

“Because I like sex.” I admitted defeat.

Nicole smiled triumphantly. “And that’s me too. And that’s almost every ‘slut’ you’ll encounter in your life. And until you learn about their feelings, you’re in no position to judge them.” She concluded. My silence followed. “So I guess if you think about it, ‘slut’ couldn’t really be a bad term. I mean, we’re just doing this for fun, but we are pretty slutty.” She turned to face me.

Some part of me wanted to deny it, but that was only because of my preconceptions of the word. Admitting that Nicole was correct, I nodded.

“And don’t worry.” She added, a grin forming. “My best friend is a slut. And I like him a lot. Hell, I think he’s my best friend.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked with a friendly smile, turning to her. “Who’s that?”

Smiling, Nicole leaned in forward and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. She pulled back and smiled slightly, and I followed suit. My arms reached forward, pulling her into a tight embrace, one which she was glad to accept.

***

When high school had first been chucked into the mixing bowl that was my life, I felt like a deer in headlights. A new school, new people, a new way of doing things, feeling things and thinking things. Especially with Nicole by my side, I felt like I was able to take second semester’s new changes a lot better. Even by the first day, I was a little disappointed not to see my old teachers anymore, although I knew Salvador’s door was always open. Hell, I knew I’d be knocking on that door within days of the new semester blooming.

My first class of the new semester was geography, which could be roughly translated to ‘color in maps of the States by state’ class. Occasionally we switched it up with rock types or volcanoes or world cultures or theories of global warming coupled with why everyone in the class is a horrible person for being a part of consumerist society, but usually it was just maps and pencil crayons. I had to give my teacher, Mr. MacDonald, the benefit of the doubt. He seemed to be no happier with the curriculum than I was, and I figured he had no say on what he was teaching. He was still a fairly easygoing guy, which reflected in how he appeared. Slightly overweight and always in Hawaiian shirts for whatever reason, he was content with spending half of the class actually teaching and the other half letting us do whatever the heck he wanted. I bet if he had his way with the curriculum, he would have been much stricter.

I was relieved on the first day to find at least one familiar face in the class. I’m sure here were several people in the class that had classes with me last semester, but I really wasn’t outgoing enough to make friends with any of them, so they all kind of blended together. However, Lady Luck granted me a boon sitting next to me, and her name was Megan Schneider.

As attendance was being taken, she looked over to me and smiled shyly. “Hey.” she said simply yet cheerfully, waving her hand hesitantly.

“Hey.” I responded.

“Did you have a good break?” She asked cheerfully.

Break, my ass. It lasted all of four days with the meeting. “Yeah, it was alright.” I answered with a smile. “Yours?”

She simply shrugged shyly. “It was okay.” She answered.

“You two.” I heard a voice from the front. “Are either of you Megan Schneider?” Mr. MacDonald asked us. “If one of you are, I’m going to guess that it isn’t you.” He pointed at me, earning a few giggles from my classmates.

“Me, sir.” Megan squeaked.

“Is that so?” He asked. “Well, next time answer me the first time I ask, so I don’t have to break up your important discussion.”

“Yes, sir.” Megan squeaked again.

“‘Sir.’ I like that.” Mr. MacDonald grinned, before continuing with the attendance.

***

I was fairly nervous about second period. I had never taken Spanish before and didn’t know what to expect. My nervousness only increased with the fact that when all of us had gotten to the classroom and sat down, the teacher had yet to show up.

After all of us had a chance to make small talk with our neighbors (except for me, of course) our teacher burst through the door, carrying a small stack of papers.

“Siento!” She said distressedly in either a Mexican or Spanish accent. She plopped the papers down on her desk and straightened herself out. “I guess that’s your first lesson of the day – siento. It means ‘I’m sorry,’ but only in non-formal circumstances. If you’re saying sorry for something specific, it would be ‘lo siento.’ Has everyone got that? Great. My name is Mrs. Luciano and I’ll be your Spanish teacher for the next semester. I hope everyone’s looking forward to learning Spanish, unless you already know some Spanish, in which case I guess it’ll be re-learning!” She burst out laughing then immediately transitioned into continuing. “You’ll be getting a coursebook for this semester which will act as your personal tracking logs – there’s a fee for that I’m afraid. Don’t worry, I’m sure your parents will cover it!” Another laugh emerged before she continued. “So for now I’m going to go ahead and dive into the rules of the classroom, and then we’ll get into the first lesson. Does anybody have any questions?”

None of us said anything.

***

After a few texts to Nicole and a bit of stumbling around, I found my way to the history hall. I should have guessed it was around the same area where I took geography, but I was still a bit of a freshman. Eventually, I got to my class and opened the door to find that the teacher had already begun his lesson. I felt my cheeks redden.

“Oh, sorry.” I mumbled.

The teacher, a smallish old man of pure white skin and graying hair, paused, as if scanning my face. “Oh,” He said, almost to himself. “Don’t worry about it. Find a seat. I was just beginning anyways.”

I nodded and sat down as the teacher cleared his throat.

“As I was saying, my name is Mr. Anton, and I’ll be teaching you American history this year.” He began. I noticed he had a very weird voice. Not quite an accent, more like a tendency to stretch out his vowels when he spoke, as if he was always flustered. As well, he always incorporated his hands into his talking, from something as small as holding them in front of him to flat-out waving them as he talked.

“American history is more than just a bunch of old white men with old white hair signing documents.” Mr. Anton continued. “There’s two sides to every story, and this year we’re going to be teaching you the good and the bad of the founding fathers and the legacy they’ve created. Not that we don’t love this country, but in order to examine history fairly, we need to look at everything from both sides.” He paused and looked at us. “How many of you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

A few choice students raised their hands, to his evident delight. “I’m guessing you’ve fought with them once or twice? Every good couple does.” Where was he going with this? I wondered to myself.

“Examining history by looking at the bad and the good, then reaching a solid conclusion, helps us with handling our own disputes. It teaches us to see past our personal biases and look at things factually. As Robert Heinlein once said, ‘A generation which ignores history has no past… and no future.'” He looked at us and smiled. “Do you think Thomas Jefferson never committed any sins? Was Martin Luther King Jr. really a good guy? Were we the heroes of World War II we think we were? In this classroom, you won’t hear me answer any of those. What I will give you are the tools and resources to answer them yourselves.”

I had to admit, for a guy who didn’t really give a crap about history, Mr. Anton had me excited. And from looking around the classroom, I was a minority.

***

I was glad gym was the last class of the day. I was definitely not comfortable with taking showers at school, and from what I heard from many people, including a very vocal Nicole, I would need to shower before attending any other classes.

My comfort was somewhat restabilized by the fact that all of my preconceptions of what a gym teacher should be like were smashed by the gym teacher we were given. Mr. Brock, the admittedly well-sculpted, beaming teacher himself, practically bounced into the room jogging, and looked like a man straight out of a ’90s workout video. What looked like sun-bleached blondish short hair (despite it being near the end of winter), deep blue workout shorts, a sky-blue tank top, and a cheesy ’90s smile to top it off.

“Hey, gang.” He announced with a highish yet commanding voice. “Glad to see you all here. This is freshmen year men’s gym class and my name is Mr. Brock, your teacher. But I guess you guys already guessed that.” He paused to laugh at his own joke, if you could even call that a joke, and some of us joined in, either nervously or because we wanted to get on his good side. “Before we get into what we’re going to be doing this semester, I’m going to go over a few rules.”

A 20-minute discussion on deodorant, hygiene, showers and the importance of fitness followed, most of which I tuned out. I tuned back in when the words ‘keep in mind, this is important’ met my ears.

“Keep in mind, this is important – I know that some of you are beginners, some of you just want to get the credit, and some of you aren’t used to a gym environment. That’s totally okay, I realize you can’t push yourselves to the level of some of our more athletic classmates. That’s just the way it is. I’m going to be looking more for improvement than pure skill throughout this semester. As long as you keep up and push yourselves, you’ll do just great in this class.”

Yippee. To be honest, I hated gym class. I mean, I was a bullied stay-at-home wimp until very recently. We practically had doctorates in staying at home and not exercising. I’m pretty sure I got winded if I ever made a trip to the fridge too quickly. Still, at least the teacher wasn’t a jerk. The semester was shaping up to be a pretty good one.

***

“Great, that about wraps things up.” Phil concluded. “Megan, good job at putting up those posters before the new semester. Eli, well done at staying in contact with Mr. Williams. Jeff, make sure to get everyone hyped for the spirit week coming up.” The two shared a high five. “And to the lovely Nicole, great job at organizing the parent-teacher conference next month.”

Nicole huffed and raised an eyebrow at him. Phil saw, but didn’t react.

“Alright. Natalie, for next week you’re in charge of keeping our social media pages updated. And Adam, I expect a full report of what the kids around school think.”

I flashed him the thumbs up.

“Cool, you’re free to leave. Great job, everyone.” On cue, everybody got up and started to shuffle towards the exit. I felt a kind of buzzing sensation at my sides as if someone was grabbing me and jumped, realizing afterwards that it was Nicole from behind me, playfully pinching my sides.

“Hey.” She said, smiling. “Want a ride?”

An idea struck me. “Uh, sure, but can it be in a sec?” I asked her. The impromptu nature of my response made me sound nervous, and Nicole caught on. She shot a look towards Megan and turned back slowly towards me smugly.

“Sure, squirt. How long do you need?” She asked provocatively.

“Oh, hush.” I shot back instinctively. “Um, I dunno… twenty minutes?”

“I think you’re giving yourself just a bit too much praise there.” She winked, then turned around, sparing me no view of her ass. “Remember, you owe me.” She added as she walked away, exaggerating her hip movements.

I chuckled as she walked out of the room, but that laughter was short lived. Megan was actually not who I wanted to see. Walking up to the front desk of the room, I cleared my throat. “Hey, Phil?” I asked.

“Yo.” He responded coolly, looking up from some papers he was gathering.

“I…” I trailed off. “I wanted to ask you about something. Advice for next year, that kind of thing.”

“I’m flattered, my man.” Phil broke out into a grin. “Shoot.”

“Oh, well, I’m actually kinda shy about it.” I lamely replied. “I was wondering if we could have this chat alone.”

“Girl trouble.” Jeff snickered.

“Thinkin’ the same thing, man. Thinkin’ the same thing.” Phil replied, holding out a fist. They bumped fists and Phil returned his attention to me. “Sure, buddy. No problem.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, everyone, skedaddle.”

The few people left in the room packed up their things. Megan on her way out caught a glimpse of me shyly and waved. I waved back.

“Some girl, huh?” Phil commented as she left. “Is she the girl you’re lookin’ at? What’s your story with her anyway, weren’t you two together not too long ago? Y’know, after the whole… ‘in a classroom’ thing?”

“It’s a long and complicated story.” I replied, not daring to look Phil in the eye.

“That’s what they all say.” He smiled, punching me playfully in the shoulder. The room was empty at this point and Phil got up to shut the door. “So, what do you wanna ask?”

“Phil…” I waited until he shut the door to continue. “I don’t have girl trouble.”

“Alright, cool, then school stuff?” He asked.

“I lied. I don’t need advice.”

Silence filled the room, broken by a chuckle of confusion from Phil. “So then… Why did you ask to be alone with me? Are you taking over the council or something?”

“I want to talk to you about Nicole.”

Phil’s smile instantly faded. “What do you mean?” He asked with a slightly ominous tint to his voice.

“You two haven’t been really close lately, have you?” I asked him.

“Adam, I’m going to be blunt with you; this is none of your damn business.” Phil remarked flatly.

“Nicole’s my friend. I want to help you two sort things out.” I replied, trying my best to stand up to him.

“That’s cool, Adam, but I really don’t want to have this conversation.” Phil shot back. “Is that everything?” He asked, starting for the door.

“So that’s it? You’d rather be in this awkward situation and have Nicole want to leave the council, rather than stoop to my level and accept that a freshman might have some solid advice for you?” I asked bluntly.

He turned around to face me, clearly not amused. “This isn’t about you.” He simply said. “Nicole doesn’t want to leave the council, we’re just in a weird phase right now.”

“That’s not what she told me yesterday.” I stood my ground.

Phil cocked an eyebrow. “And does she know you’re telling me this?” Phil asked. “Would she be grateful to you that you’re talking to me about something she probably wanted to keep private?”

I hesitated, then fell silent. Phil’s goading hand forced me to speak. “No.” I finally said.

“So I don’t want this, and Nicole doesn’t want this. Sounds to me like it’s not going to be helpful.” Phil forcefully said. “I’m not the big bad guy you think I am. Whatever she’s told you, take it with a grain of salt, alright? Just let us figure it out with time. I know you starry-eyed freshmen think that the right words said at the right time will fix everything, but I’ve been around this school a lot longer than you. I know firsthand – some things can only be solved with time.” He chuckled to himself. “I actually used to be a lot like you, unless you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.” He straightened himself. “But still, this situation won’t be solved the way you think it will. And don’t worry – Nicole’s told me how she feels – many times.”

By now, Phil had sat down on a table, arms crossed and facing me. I stifled a grin – this is where I wanted him. Opening up to me.

“Hell, did you know…” He chuckled again. “Did you know that my brother used to date Nicole?”

“Really?” I feigned shock.

“Yup.” He replied, then shook his head dismissively. “Apparently he wasn’t the best kind of guy for her though. She wasn’t the same girl after they broke up. But after they did… She got this kind of confidence to her. It was like a side of her I never got to see before. Once I saw her come out of her shell, I used to ask her out, like, every week.” He smiled up to the ceiling in remembrance. “Hell, before recently, I thought I finally got my chance, you know. But then… I dunno. She just kinda drifted away.”

“Do you know when she started?” I asked.

Phil shrugged. “Nope, not a clue.”

I played along. “Well, I know that Nicole acts all tough and confident on the inside, but she’s kind of soft on the inside.”

“Yup.” Phil nodded. “It’s kinda cute when you have to work for it.”

“So maybe it was some kind of point of vulnerability for her, and you did something that’s totally alright in a normal situation, but she might have thought as uncomfortable.”

“Like what?” Phil asked.

“I dunno.” I shrugged, playing dumb. “Have you guys ever been in a really intimate situation?”

Phil coked an eyebrow, supplementing it with a half-smile this time. “We didn’t take any pictures if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, but sex can be a pretty intimate and emotional thing, and maybe Nicole was taking down her defensive walls when you guys had sex and something impacted her or something.” I suggested.

“Adam, I’d tell you to keep a secret, but this is pretty much public knowledge – Nicole’s known for never keeping her legs closed.” Phil told me seriously, yet with his small smile remaining. “I think we can safely say that if we did have some kind of misunderstanding, it had nothing to do with sex.”

“So just because she’s used to casual, emotionless sex means that she can’t have emotional sex?” I asked.

Phil chuckled nervously. “Adam, this isn’t really the conversation I want to have with you.”

“I know, just hear me out.” This was it. This was the make-or-break point. If he denied this, I had nothing. “Was there a point where you guys were about to have sex, and she said no or something? I’ve heard from her that consent is really important to her, so that may be something.”

Phil paused, and eyed me suspiciously. “Where’s this coming from?” He asked darkly.

With attempted computer speed, I compared what Phil knew I knew in my head to what Phil didn’t know. “The kiss.” I finally blurted out. “Your first kiss with her, the one I witnessed, she was initially uncomfortable with it but then started going out with you. Maybe that led you to believe that Nicole views initiative and consent in a way that she doesn’t actually.”

Phil blinked twice. He uncrossed and crossed his arms. He fidgeted with his hands. Finally, he spoke up. “Our first time… was kind of similar to that. Like, she was playing hard to get, so like you said, I figured if it was good enough for our first kiss, it was good enough for our first time. But!” He uncrossed his arms and pointed up into the air. “She didn’t say anything. She didn’t complain. And that’s how we first became a couple. So clearly I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

“Is that when Nicole started being distant?” I asked.

Phil deflated. “Yes.” He admitted, then straightened himself. “Wait. Is this one of those bullshit stories where the girl wanted it but then after the sex she changed her mind so the dude became the bad guy? Because I am not a rapist.” His tone was gathering force.

“Don’t worry, relax.” I soothed. “I don’t think that was rape. It was a misunderstanding though. It just makes sense that that’s what she’s upset about.” Frankly, if it was sex Nicole wasn’t comfortable with from the start, it pretty much was rape, but I wasn’t ready to tell either of them that.

Phil fidgeted again. “Maybe.” He admitted. “But we don’t know that.”

“No, we don’t, but I mean, you want to be on better terms with her right now, right?” I asked.

He nodded. “Hell, I wanna be with her.” He added.

I ignored that. “Well then maybe we can come to an agreement. I’ll step off and give you two that time you’ve been asking for if you communicate with her about that. I mean, if it was your first time, you don’t really know if ‘playing hard to get’ is Nicole’s style in bed, right?” His silence answered me. I knew myself that playing hard to get wasn’t her style at all, but the last thing I was going to do at that moment was tell him that.

“Maybe from her point of view, it was a kind of rape.” He stood up at that and began to protest before I cut him off. “Which we both know wasn’t your intent.” He sat back down. “So in order for things to heal, you should straighten things out with her. You know, try to see things from her view. Then afterwards, you won’t have to wait as long before getting to see her smile again. Doesn’t it kind of hurt seeing her happy with everyone but you in a kind of selfish way?”

Phil begrudgingly nodded. “The kind of hurt you don’t even know yet.” He told me.

Sure, why not. “So will you talk to her?” I asked hopefully. “I mean, I want to see you two happy again. You can feel the tension between you two right now.”

Phil stood up from the table and thought it over, exhaling loudly as he did so. “Fine.” He conceded, before walking towards me. “As long as you can do two things for me.”

“Shoot.” I replied, happy that he agreed.

“One, I have no clue how good you are at keeping secrets. You can’t be that good since you went against Nicole’s word to tell me this.” Guilt set in. “So maybe your promise on this is worthless, but I still want to hear it from you. Do not mention a word of this to anyone. As far as you know, this conversation never happened. A rumor of an alleged misunderstanding of a sexual assault could mean expulsion and a criminal record for me.”

I nodded diligently. Aside from Nicole, I couldn’t think of who I would want to tell this story. Besides, I already kept the story about May tucked under my cap – one more secret couldn’t hurt.

“No, I mean it.” Phil insisted forcefully. “If I hear a word of this, nothing personal, but your life will become a living hell. I’ll see to it. I’m taking it on faith that you did this because you wanted to help me, but if you do anything to hurt me, I will not be hesitant in hurting you back.” He stared me down with fierce blue eyes. I gulped. “I’m a good guy, but I’m not that good. No one is. You have some serious dirt on me after I spilled my guts to you, and bad things will happen if you use this against me.”

Now feeling nervous as all hell, I still kept up the nodding. “I promise.” I said in a highish voice.

“Great.” Phil breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, and no offense. It’s just, you know… Not such a nice world out there.”

“I understand.” I flatly said. “What’s term two?”

Phil thought to himself for a second. “Oh yeah.” He said with a realization. “Two, don’t do anything like this again. I’m big enough to admit it – you helped me see a few things. In a way I’m glad we had this talk. But in another, I don’t want to see you for a month. Don’t go sticking your nose into other people’s private business again, especially when it’s this deep, alright? Be a good boy.”

The freshman helped the senior, I thought triumphantly. Again, I nodded.

“Great,” Phil sighed tiredly. “Anything else or are you good?”

“I’m good.” I said simply.

“Cool.” Phil nodded, then grinned. “Next week’s report had better be fucking good for this.”

I smiled back. “I’ll try.”

“It’s all I can ask.” Phil replied. “Now get the fuck outta here, and have a nice evening.”

“You too!” I said warmly as I gathered my things. I looked around the room as a precaution and noticed that Megan left her things behind – If I found her I would need to bring that up before I left. Phil stayed in the room for whatever reason, but I didn’t pay it much thought. Whipping out my phone, I pulled up my messages.

I’m ready to go when you are! I texted Nicole, then put my phone away, starting for the front hallway. When I got about halfway there, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out.

Shit, really? That was way less than 20 minutes… Give me a bit, I’m doing a few errands right now. If you want sloppy seconds, go for it.

I chuckled to myself. Strangely, I even felt a tad cunning. I managed to fool Nicole, of all people, who even just a month ago I considered psychic. I was ready to put my phone away again when I felt the phone buzz once more.

I’m not psychic.

Leave it to Nicole to prove my point for me, although I think the context was a little different than she thought it was. Smiling still, I put my phone away and started for the main hallway.

As the hallway came into view, so did Megan, perched on a bench, her legs waving back and forth in the ‘innocent little girl’ way. Upon seeing me, she stopped and waved cheerfully.

“Hi, Adam.” She said warmly.

“Hey!” I said back, moving in for a hug, which she certainly didn’t complain about. I sat beside her and out of instinct put my arm around her.

“You waiting for someone?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Matt.” She answered. “He’s going for his provisional license right now. If he doesn’t make it then mom will drive us both home, but if he does he’s going to.”

“Oh, cool!” I remarked, mostly out of support. “You excited?”

She shrugged. “Sure!” She replied with less emotion than I expected. “I mean, I’m happy for him, but he won’t drive me around too much if he gets it.” She chuckled. “I know him. He’s a little bit overprotective.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I chuckled to myself. Megan giggled and shyly kissed me on the cheek. After pulling away, she checked around us to make sure no one else was around.

“You are so shy.” I laughed at her.

“I am not.” She fake-pouted.

“Are too.” I countered.

“Am not!” She protested.

“Then what was that dainty little kiss, followed by making sure no one saw such a philistine act?” I winked at her.

“We’re in a public place. I’m just being a lady.” She defended herself, then smiled half-shyly, half-devilishly at me. “I think we both know I’m not so shy at… Certain times.”

“Certain times?” I asked her, mocking her wording.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder over-dramatically. “I’m still a lady.” She said proudly.

“Yeah, fine, but you’re only like that with me. Around others, you’re still just as shy.” I countered.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Is that so?”

“That’s so!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Well, that may be!” She said, confidence building up in her. “But I bet if I did anything with anyone else, you wouldn’t approve!”

I realized she was joking, but the realization that I really wouldn’t made me feel awful. “I do stuff with Nicole though.” I said, mostly to myself.

She caught on immediately. “Oh, Adam, I didn’t mean it like that…” She started.

“No, you’re right, it’s not fair.” I pointed out. “It’s a double standard. Do you want to do anything with anyone else?”

“No, Adam. It’s okay.” She deflated like a balloon.

“No really, I mean it.” I said strongly. “It’s only fair. Take me out of the equation. Would you like to try anything with anyone else?”

“No really, Adam, I’m fine…”

“I mean it!” I said assuringly. “If that’s what you want, I want you to tell me.”

“Really, it’s okay…”

“C’mon, isn’t there anyone?”

“Adam, that’s not the point.”

“I don’t hear a no…” I sang.

“Well… It’s stupid…” She said dejectedly.

“That sounds like you have someone in mind.” I said supportively, surprising even myself with how okay I was with the idea of sharing her with someone.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She asked me, unsure.

I grabbed her hand in mine and slowly kissed her on the lips. “I’m sure.” I said warmly. “Now do you think you could tell me which lucky guy is on your mind?”

Megan chewed her upper lip adorably and fidgeted with herself. Finally, after a short sigh, she quickly and quietly blurted out, “Carson Carter.”

It would be Carson, wouldn’t it? “Carson, huh?” I asked.

She nodded shyly. “I have science class with him this semester, and I knew he was your friend from last semester, and…”

“You want to ‘know him better?'” I asked, holding up air quotes.

She nodded. “I love being with you, and you’re cute.” She defended me. “But Carson’s that bad boy, muscle-y type, and I’ve… I’ve never really been with anyone like that. The idea of him… It just… It…”

“Turns you on?” I finished her sentence.

“I was going to say it eventually.” She responded playfully. “Yeah, it does. Someone who has so much confidence and lives by his own rules… That’s really… Powerful. He’s been on my mind a bit, but… I don’t think anything will ever happen.”

“Don’t be so sure!” I protested. “Carson’s been around, I don’t think he would mind.”

“Yeah, but so quickly after a breakup? I mean…” Megan said in an unsure tone.

I laughed out loud. “Are you sure this isn’t just a way so you can get even with May?” I asked her knowingly, with a shit-eating grin on my face.

“Grow up.” She playfully pushed me. “It’s isn’t that.” I stared at her intently. “Well, I mean, I’m not complaining if that’s how things happen to be, but I wasn’t intending to do that.”

“I knew it.” I announced. “I knew it.”

“Oh, hush.” She pushed me again, then both of us fell silent.

“I’d be really nervous though.” She finally said. “I don’t even think I could face him or look him in the eye, let alone ask him for…”

“Say it. I dare you.” I goaded her.

“For… relations.” She finished.

“You’re a PG13 thesaurus when it comes to sex, aren’t you?” I asked her jokingly. “Well, tell you what. Let me see your phone.”

“Why?” She asked uneasily.

“It’s easier to say things to people over text than it is in person. Plus you can tell him you just asked me for his number. That would give him the message that you’re interested.” I reasoned.

“But he might think I want to be his girlfriend or something, and I wouldn’t be ready for that.” She responded. “Plus, isn’t it really cowardly to formally introduce yourself to someone over the phone?”

“Completely.” I replied.

“…Alright, fine.” She conceded, handing me her phone. I pulled out my phone and copied Carson’s number over.

“So what do you want me to say for the first message?” I asked her, my head buried between the two phones.

“Um…” She started. “Maybe something small, or something to grab his attention so that he’ll actually make me respond. Or maybe something big. Unless he gets girls messaging him all the time. I bet he wouldn’t even want to do anything with me.”

Rolling my eyes, I pulled up Carson’s number and began to text him.

Hey! This is Megan Schneider, and I’m in your science class. Your friend Adam gave me your number. I think you’re really attractive and was wondering if you ever wanted to fool around sometime. I’m not looking for a committed relationship, but you’ve been on my mind lately, and I really want to do things with you. In person, I’m really shy, but don’t let that fool you, I’m really interested in getting to know you.

“Aaaaaand sent.” I said triumphantly.

“What did you say?” Megan asked me, grabbing the phone out of my hands. As she read over it her skin turned paler and paler.

I shrugged. “It’s to-the-point, it’s true, and I know him – he prefers open people to beat-around-the-bush bullshit.”

“Oh my goodness, Adam.” Megan mumbled, her voice trembling.

“What?” I asked. “It’s exactly what you want, right?”

“I’m not that overt, Adam!” She told me, voice still trembling. “What if he says no? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself! I’ll die of embarrassment! I won’t be able to ever look at him a-” She was cut off by her phone making a beeping noise.

“What did he say, Megan?” I asked her knowingly.

She looked at her phone, surprise still painted on her face. After a bit of waiting, eventually defeat overtook her expression. “It… It says ‘sure, I’m down with that,’ followed by an invitation to hang out tomorrow at lunch.”

I didn’t respond, I just gave her an expression that all but said ‘I knew it.’

“Yeah, okay.” She waved me off, feeling comfortable enough now to smile. “I’m still nervous as… as heck.”

“Do you want me to tell him to keep it slow?” I asked.

“No, I don’t want him knowing anyone else knows about this.” She answered. “As long as you told him to overlook how I’ll act around him… I wonder if he’ll go for it on our first time hanging out.”

“Nervousness?” I asked her, holding her shoulder in support.

She looked down and bit her lower lip. “Excitement.” She said quietly, looking up at me with a small smile. I returned hers with a smile of my own, then leaned in to kiss her deeply. We remained there for some time, until I decided to up the ante and grab her waist to pull her into me, moving my hands south to rub up and down her thighs.

To my dismay, she pushed me away. “Not here.” She said with a smile. “Besides, Matt may be back soon, and who knows what he might say?”

“Do we really need daddy’s approval?” I asked sarcastically.

She laughed. “No, but remember what I said about how protective he is. He’d rip your head off if he found out that you had… intercourse with me, let alone if he knew you helped set me up with another guy.”

“We’d best not tell him then.” I replied, stealing another peck on the lips.

“My thoughts exactly.” Megan replied, then, uncharacteristically, leaned in to steal a peck of her own. “Speaking of, he should be here soon. I think I left my backpack somewhere, I’m going to go find it.”

“Oh, right.” I said immediately. “Slipped my mind. You left it in the student council office. If you hurry, Phil might be in there so you won’t need to find a custodian to open it.”

“Great, thanks.” She smiled, and hugged me. With that, she pranced off in the direction of the student council office, leaving me sitting alone at the bench. Out of instinct, I pulled out my phone and began browsing the internet mindlessly.

I had been at peace for all of ten seconds before I felt a sharp pain in my hair. Something was yanking me up from behind the bench. To avoid the pain, I shot up to my feet.

“You know what Megan said about ripping your head off?” Came a menacing male voice in my ear.

“Yeah?” I replied timidly out of fear.

“She was being kind.” I could feel Matt’s hot breath on my ear right before he threw me, releasing me from his grip and sending me sprawling to the floor. Before he could do anything else, I quickly got up and faced him.

“I don’t want any trouble, Matt.” I said cautiously, scared to see him.

“No?” He nearly laughed ominously. He was breathing so heavily that his shoulders were rising and falling. “I told you to stay away from her, and what do you do? You fucking sleep with her!”

It clicked with me that Matt must have entered at a point when we couldn’t see or hear him. “How long were you eavesdropping on us?”

“Long enough.” He answered simply, with a threatening voice. “And now if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to tell me a little bit more about this other guy you hooked my little sister up with.”

Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Matt hadn’t stayed long enough to hear either of us mention his name. “Matt, I understand your anger, really I do, but she’s being safe, and what your sister does is none of your business.”

Matt laughed a very threatening kind of laugh. “Adam, I didn’t come here to hear you talk back to me. I didn’t even come here for an apology. I already asked you to stay away, then I had to tell you. Neither of those worked, so clearly I’m going to have to find a new way to convince you.”

He was trying to corner me. Realizing this, I sidestepped a few times, but he just picked up his pace.

“What’s his name, Adam?” He asked me.

I started backing up. “He has nothing to do with this,” I answered in an increasingly smaller voice. I realized that he was backing me up towards the main entrance.

“Well, this certainly has to do with you,” Matt told me as the distance between us waned. “You turned my sister into a slut.”

“Well, is being a slut necessarily a bad thing?” I very stupidly countered. It was quite evident that the effect was more benign when Nicole was using that argument, and I soon found myself running at full speed outside the school doors with Matt basically on my heels.

I tried to make my way to the bus stops. The really late buses had yet to arrive and there had to be people there. I almost had reached my goal of getting within the sight of people before I felt Matt grab me from behind and pull me to face him.

“I promised to protect my sister from little creeps like you.” Matt sneered into my face.

The sense of inevitable defeat at the hands of him filled me with adrenaline, or as I liked to call it, that hormone that makes me bold and say incredibly stupid things. “She’s a minx in the sack.” I spat back a