Hayli.”
“But you are transparent. Now, what's wrong?”
You heard her right? I mean crazy, bad analogy aside, she's got a point. He's dated lots of girls. I mean, I think he has. I'm pretty sure he has. Look at him. In a suit he looked like he would be invited to a royal wedding. Under that shirt I just know he looks like a marble statue waiting to be carved. I wanna carve him with my tongue. That sounded weird...and wrong. Ugh. I'm so awkward.
“Jo'.”
Hayli saying my name brings me back. “Yeah?”
“It bothers you he's been with a lot of girls doesn't it?”
“I don't know what bothers me,” I mumble. “It has its perks...”
“Perks,” she repeats slowly. Suddenly it hits her and she points. “You didn't!”
“No. Not that.” My hands fly up in surrender. “Let's just say his hands are a work of art all on their own.”
“Lucky,” Hayli sighs leaning back on her palms eyes roaming around my neon painted walls that are home to my favorite artwork like a gallery in the middle of the house. “Do you know how many orgasms like that I've faked?”
You ever had to do that? The other day with Merrick was my first time with another person, which is already embarrassing, so please don't make it worst by asking me how that's possible. Why would anyone have to fake that? Why waste your time?
“Best you've ever had?”
“Mmhm.”
Hayli doesn't know how inexperienced I am. Sometimes I think she wonders, but I have a habit of changing the subject swiftly.
“Jovi...” her voice rises.
“Hey, are you still seeing that guy with the purple hair?”
Yeah. A purple haired mohawk. Looks like Barney the dinosaur's bushy mustache.
“No. He...he’s all soft and no edge.” My tactic begins to work until I smile too wide. “Wait, no. No Jo'! Don't change the subject. I was going to ask you something.”
“Right.” I stand up straight. “Can you hand me my camera?”
“I do like the concept of this project,” she compliments grabbing it and my phone. “However, I need to know. As your best friend, you have to be honest with me. 100 percent.”
“Yes. I do think you shouldn't date guys with colored hair.”
Her sarcastic look lets me know she's not giving up this time.
Damn it. A little help here?
“You've been with other guys besides Romeo right?”
“I haven't technically been with him yet.”
“Jo'...”
“Well, been with how?”
“For the love of God, how are you still a virgin!” She shouts loudly.
“That's great Hayli. Scream that shit a little louder for Nadie to know what we're talking about,” I snip.
“Sorry,” she genuinely apologizes. “But seriously. How is that possible? I mean I know how your dad is but―”
“No buts Hayli. Remember my prom dates?” I refresh her memory. “He finger printed them and scanned it to check the system for priors. Then informed us they would be put in the system permanently if I was so much as 5 minutes past curfew.”
“True.”
“And I let him have that melt down because I knew that at some point, enough was going to be enough and I was going to get the fuck out of here with all the good daughter brownie daughter points I've wracked up.”
“Also true. But still.” She shakes her head. “You've never...fooled around?”
“No. Between him scaring them off and trying to keep myself busy with work and school...I don't know Hayli, it's not like I have a social life outside of you.”
“Which let's just paint a big red flag of shame on me for being the worst best friend for not getting you laid sooner.”
At least I know where her head's out.
“It's not a big deal.”
“It's a huge fucking deal. You're 21, hell almost 22, and still holding too many first time cards. We're getting you laid before college.”
“I'm already in college.”
“Grown up
“But you are transparent. Now, what's wrong?”
You heard her right? I mean crazy, bad analogy aside, she's got a point. He's dated lots of girls. I mean, I think he has. I'm pretty sure he has. Look at him. In a suit he looked like he would be invited to a royal wedding. Under that shirt I just know he looks like a marble statue waiting to be carved. I wanna carve him with my tongue. That sounded weird...and wrong. Ugh. I'm so awkward.
“Jo'.”
Hayli saying my name brings me back. “Yeah?”
“It bothers you he's been with a lot of girls doesn't it?”
“I don't know what bothers me,” I mumble. “It has its perks...”
“Perks,” she repeats slowly. Suddenly it hits her and she points. “You didn't!”
“No. Not that.” My hands fly up in surrender. “Let's just say his hands are a work of art all on their own.”
“Lucky,” Hayli sighs leaning back on her palms eyes roaming around my neon painted walls that are home to my favorite artwork like a gallery in the middle of the house. “Do you know how many orgasms like that I've faked?”
You ever had to do that? The other day with Merrick was my first time with another person, which is already embarrassing, so please don't make it worst by asking me how that's possible. Why would anyone have to fake that? Why waste your time?
“Best you've ever had?”
“Mmhm.”
Hayli doesn't know how inexperienced I am. Sometimes I think she wonders, but I have a habit of changing the subject swiftly.
“Jovi...” her voice rises.
“Hey, are you still seeing that guy with the purple hair?”
Yeah. A purple haired mohawk. Looks like Barney the dinosaur's bushy mustache.
“No. He...he’s all soft and no edge.” My tactic begins to work until I smile too wide. “Wait, no. No Jo'! Don't change the subject. I was going to ask you something.”
“Right.” I stand up straight. “Can you hand me my camera?”
“I do like the concept of this project,” she compliments grabbing it and my phone. “However, I need to know. As your best friend, you have to be honest with me. 100 percent.”
“Yes. I do think you shouldn't date guys with colored hair.”
Her sarcastic look lets me know she's not giving up this time.
Damn it. A little help here?
“You've been with other guys besides Romeo right?”
“I haven't technically been with him yet.”
“Jo'...”
“Well, been with how?”
“For the love of God, how are you still a virgin!” She shouts loudly.
“That's great Hayli. Scream that shit a little louder for Nadie to know what we're talking about,” I snip.
“Sorry,” she genuinely apologizes. “But seriously. How is that possible? I mean I know how your dad is but―”
“No buts Hayli. Remember my prom dates?” I refresh her memory. “He finger printed them and scanned it to check the system for priors. Then informed us they would be put in the system permanently if I was so much as 5 minutes past curfew.”
“True.”
“And I let him have that melt down because I knew that at some point, enough was going to be enough and I was going to get the fuck out of here with all the good daughter brownie daughter points I've wracked up.”
“Also true. But still.” She shakes her head. “You've never...fooled around?”
“No. Between him scaring them off and trying to keep myself busy with work and school...I don't know Hayli, it's not like I have a social life outside of you.”
“Which let's just paint a big red flag of shame on me for being the worst best friend for not getting you laid sooner.”
At least I know where her head's out.
“It's not a big deal.”
“It's a huge fucking deal. You're 21, hell almost 22, and still holding too many first time cards. We're getting you laid before college.”
“I'm already in college.”
“Grown up
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