and wards off the other males. Not that Calum’s not singing or anything, but his song is loud and clear.”
That is definitely what I was doing. I ’m so in over my head.
“If you really are that naive, just please, if you do anything more than kissing, use protection. And please make him take you out on a date before you give it up.”
“Like what? And give what up?” I smiled deviously knowing this was dangerously out of line with decency.
“ Oh, heck! I can’t do this.” Liz leapt up.
“Just tell him, okay.”
And I watched they both walked away. I really might need to go to the library tonight and google some of this. Too many things were happening fast on this train and I can’t seem to keep up with the engine. And I thought I knew all there was to know about boys. NOT!
Chapter Seven Do or do not do…
I found the story of my name again on some obsolete website after confirming that several sites matched up at least. I read it slowly for two reasons. I was looking for clues...and I wanted to hear the story of my name again. I’d sneaked in my father’s office for years and read it.
Aquat, who was also known as Orion, took Anat ’s bow. She was so not happy with her hot Hunter of the sky, so she sent another to steal it back. The scorpion man “accidentally” killed Aqhat and the bow was lost.
So my name derived from her. Calum happened to be a Hunter. And Orion means a lot more than I want to admit. A scorpion boy was involved. Did he exist? And what did the stars of each constellation each have a name? Did they play into this drama?
I lifted my shirt to see how the dots panned out across my stomach. Perfectly aligned to the constellation, Orion. I'd figured it out when I was young.
I sighed and felt my headache begin to fade as I looked up “PDA” and the “definition of real flirting” and what “kissing protection” means on my phone. I didn’t find all the answers I needed, but I did learn a few tips on what to say when flirting. I’m familiar with other devices used for protection in female and male relations, but would never dream of needing to use them anytime in the near future much less before I am married. I’m going to try out the flirting comments more on him out in the morning. Anything to get a little more information, right?
When Literature class got heated with discussion of Anne Rice ’s Interview with Vampire and the good and evil of taking a murderers life vs. killing at will, I drowned out the madness and practiced my lines for later. Hearing the mention of Sookie and Tom Cruise and Edward Cullen all within the mix made my classic fiction buzz lose interest in the discussion. Using folklore as information to prove the right and wrong of vampirism was crazy in my eyes.
I had a few minutes before weapons class when I saw Dr. Quinn ’s back to the gym wall obviously talking to someone. A solid flurry started in my stomach and began to itch up my spine as if I was touching something staticky. Whether I was being privy to a bodily warning of danger or just inheriting a new spy girl alert system, the flutter running around in my belly wasn’t going away, but getting stronger. In the back of my mind I also played out the conversation with my best friend Kassie back home of what she thought was to come in my life. She still thought I’d marry the shipyard’s son and live happily ever after. Never! I’m hoping she has answers for me and can turn out to be a terrible fortune teller all in one.
I decided to walk closer and find out who Quinn was talking too. I rounded the corner able to hear both voices talking knowing immediately who the disembodied voice belong to. Dr. Richard Green. Then another voice. A deep voice, young and smooth and buttery sounding, talking to the other man. Like it was natural for him to sound that sexy all the time, I noted.
That is definitely what I was doing. I ’m so in over my head.
“If you really are that naive, just please, if you do anything more than kissing, use protection. And please make him take you out on a date before you give it up.”
“Like what? And give what up?” I smiled deviously knowing this was dangerously out of line with decency.
“ Oh, heck! I can’t do this.” Liz leapt up.
“Just tell him, okay.”
And I watched they both walked away. I really might need to go to the library tonight and google some of this. Too many things were happening fast on this train and I can’t seem to keep up with the engine. And I thought I knew all there was to know about boys. NOT!
Chapter Seven Do or do not do…
I found the story of my name again on some obsolete website after confirming that several sites matched up at least. I read it slowly for two reasons. I was looking for clues...and I wanted to hear the story of my name again. I’d sneaked in my father’s office for years and read it.
Aquat, who was also known as Orion, took Anat ’s bow. She was so not happy with her hot Hunter of the sky, so she sent another to steal it back. The scorpion man “accidentally” killed Aqhat and the bow was lost.
So my name derived from her. Calum happened to be a Hunter. And Orion means a lot more than I want to admit. A scorpion boy was involved. Did he exist? And what did the stars of each constellation each have a name? Did they play into this drama?
I lifted my shirt to see how the dots panned out across my stomach. Perfectly aligned to the constellation, Orion. I'd figured it out when I was young.
I sighed and felt my headache begin to fade as I looked up “PDA” and the “definition of real flirting” and what “kissing protection” means on my phone. I didn’t find all the answers I needed, but I did learn a few tips on what to say when flirting. I’m familiar with other devices used for protection in female and male relations, but would never dream of needing to use them anytime in the near future much less before I am married. I’m going to try out the flirting comments more on him out in the morning. Anything to get a little more information, right?
When Literature class got heated with discussion of Anne Rice ’s Interview with Vampire and the good and evil of taking a murderers life vs. killing at will, I drowned out the madness and practiced my lines for later. Hearing the mention of Sookie and Tom Cruise and Edward Cullen all within the mix made my classic fiction buzz lose interest in the discussion. Using folklore as information to prove the right and wrong of vampirism was crazy in my eyes.
I had a few minutes before weapons class when I saw Dr. Quinn ’s back to the gym wall obviously talking to someone. A solid flurry started in my stomach and began to itch up my spine as if I was touching something staticky. Whether I was being privy to a bodily warning of danger or just inheriting a new spy girl alert system, the flutter running around in my belly wasn’t going away, but getting stronger. In the back of my mind I also played out the conversation with my best friend Kassie back home of what she thought was to come in my life. She still thought I’d marry the shipyard’s son and live happily ever after. Never! I’m hoping she has answers for me and can turn out to be a terrible fortune teller all in one.
I decided to walk closer and find out who Quinn was talking too. I rounded the corner able to hear both voices talking knowing immediately who the disembodied voice belong to. Dr. Richard Green. Then another voice. A deep voice, young and smooth and buttery sounding, talking to the other man. Like it was natural for him to sound that sexy all the time, I noted.
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