Chapter One
Zoe
When Mrs. Hadley called me down to her office, my heart tries to jump out of my chest. For a brief moment, I think I could be in trouble for something, although I have no idea what I could have done wrong. I’ve never been in trouble in my life, but that’s the kind of girl I am. I’m always concerned with making my parents happy and with doing my best. It’s funny because I’m pretty sure I don’t even know how to get in trouble.
This meeting isn’t about discipline. I’m being named class valedictorian, and I couldn’t be more stoked. I’d worked hard since elementary school for this honor, and my parents are going to be thrilled. I bounce out of the office, and go straight to my locker. I plan on sending my dad a text message telling him the good news, but then Josh walks by my locker. I call already tell by the cocky ass smile on his face that my good mood is about to go down in flames.
Right as I’m going to hit send, he walks up behind me and smacks my ass hard.
“What’s up Patty Prude? You let anybody pop that cherry yet?” He taunts, and all of his friends start laughing. “Maybe someone will give you a pity lay at Houser’s party. Probably not, though. Girls like you want an engagement ring before they’ll let a guy have a piece.”
The whole group howls at his mocking, and then continues down the hall. I don’t bother hitting send. Telling my parents about my news will make them want to celebrate, and all of a sudden, I don’t feel like having fun.
“I’ll tell them this weekend.” I whisper to myself and shut my locker.
My next class is AP chemistry, but there’s a substitute today. While everyone else is using the time to prepare for finals in two weeks, I’m sitting here thinking about Josh.
I hate him so much, but he’s totally gorgeous. Every part of me wishes that he would be nice to me, or at least ignore me so I can forget about him. He’s constantly teasing me and taunting me, and I have no idea what I did to draw so much of his attention. Ugh. I don’t know who I hate more, him for being such an insufferable prick or me for sitting here mooning over his intolerable ass.
I would never tell anyone, not even my best friend Stacey, that I’ve been crushing on him hard since the sixth grade. No matter how mean he is to me, it only makes me want him more. It’s twisted, I know. Ever since I first laid eyes on him in Mrs. Lott’s class, he’s made my blood pressure shoot through the roof in good ways and in bad.
I’ve never been with a boy, but I do wonder what it would be like with Josh. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, or see his muscular chest without his football jersey.
“Ms. Miller. Shouldn’t you be studying?” The substitute’s voice breaks my daydream.
Two Weeks Later
I can’t believe I told Stacey I would go to this party with her. Graduation is tomorrow, and I should be working on my speech. She reminded me that I didn’t have a party for my eighteenth birthday, and I feel guilty. I’ve spent so much time studying that I’ve neglected my best friend.
Stacey really wants to go, so I agree to drop in and make an appearance. I’ve spent the last hour trying on different outfits, and so far nothing looks right.
“Girl, wear the black skirt and the red tank.” Stacey says without hiding her exasperation.
“I bought that to use as a Halloween costume.”
“And, you never wore it. Ditch the devil tail and the pitchfork, though.” She says and throws the tank top at me.
“I can’t wear that.”
“Yes you can. Stop being a prude. You’ll look hot. You need to have fun tonight. It’s like, your last chance. At the end of the summer, you’re going off to college, and I know you. You’ll be buried in books until you graduate law school.”
“Fine, throw me the skirt too.” I’m going to regret this.
I put it on, and I feel slutty. It’s okay to dress smutty for Halloween, but wearing something so
Zoe
When Mrs. Hadley called me down to her office, my heart tries to jump out of my chest. For a brief moment, I think I could be in trouble for something, although I have no idea what I could have done wrong. I’ve never been in trouble in my life, but that’s the kind of girl I am. I’m always concerned with making my parents happy and with doing my best. It’s funny because I’m pretty sure I don’t even know how to get in trouble.
This meeting isn’t about discipline. I’m being named class valedictorian, and I couldn’t be more stoked. I’d worked hard since elementary school for this honor, and my parents are going to be thrilled. I bounce out of the office, and go straight to my locker. I plan on sending my dad a text message telling him the good news, but then Josh walks by my locker. I call already tell by the cocky ass smile on his face that my good mood is about to go down in flames.
Right as I’m going to hit send, he walks up behind me and smacks my ass hard.
“What’s up Patty Prude? You let anybody pop that cherry yet?” He taunts, and all of his friends start laughing. “Maybe someone will give you a pity lay at Houser’s party. Probably not, though. Girls like you want an engagement ring before they’ll let a guy have a piece.”
The whole group howls at his mocking, and then continues down the hall. I don’t bother hitting send. Telling my parents about my news will make them want to celebrate, and all of a sudden, I don’t feel like having fun.
“I’ll tell them this weekend.” I whisper to myself and shut my locker.
My next class is AP chemistry, but there’s a substitute today. While everyone else is using the time to prepare for finals in two weeks, I’m sitting here thinking about Josh.
I hate him so much, but he’s totally gorgeous. Every part of me wishes that he would be nice to me, or at least ignore me so I can forget about him. He’s constantly teasing me and taunting me, and I have no idea what I did to draw so much of his attention. Ugh. I don’t know who I hate more, him for being such an insufferable prick or me for sitting here mooning over his intolerable ass.
I would never tell anyone, not even my best friend Stacey, that I’ve been crushing on him hard since the sixth grade. No matter how mean he is to me, it only makes me want him more. It’s twisted, I know. Ever since I first laid eyes on him in Mrs. Lott’s class, he’s made my blood pressure shoot through the roof in good ways and in bad.
I’ve never been with a boy, but I do wonder what it would be like with Josh. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, or see his muscular chest without his football jersey.
“Ms. Miller. Shouldn’t you be studying?” The substitute’s voice breaks my daydream.
Two Weeks Later
I can’t believe I told Stacey I would go to this party with her. Graduation is tomorrow, and I should be working on my speech. She reminded me that I didn’t have a party for my eighteenth birthday, and I feel guilty. I’ve spent so much time studying that I’ve neglected my best friend.
Stacey really wants to go, so I agree to drop in and make an appearance. I’ve spent the last hour trying on different outfits, and so far nothing looks right.
“Girl, wear the black skirt and the red tank.” Stacey says without hiding her exasperation.
“I bought that to use as a Halloween costume.”
“And, you never wore it. Ditch the devil tail and the pitchfork, though.” She says and throws the tank top at me.
“I can’t wear that.”
“Yes you can. Stop being a prude. You’ll look hot. You need to have fun tonight. It’s like, your last chance. At the end of the summer, you’re going off to college, and I know you. You’ll be buried in books until you graduate law school.”
“Fine, throw me the skirt too.” I’m going to regret this.
I put it on, and I feel slutty. It’s okay to dress smutty for Halloween, but wearing something so
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