Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“How badly did Mrs. Miller lay into you?” she asks sympathetically.
I sigh. “She gave me an extra assignment to make up for all of the work I’m missing.”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry to hear that,” says my friend, shooting me a sideways look. “That blows. It’s so close to graduation too.”
I just shrug.
“Hey, at least I’m still graduating,” is my return smile.
With that, we start walking toward the front gate that leads to the parking lot. I tug my skirt down when we walk past a boy who is staring at me. I can feel his eyes on my butt as we pass. I shoot him a glare over my shoulder, and he quickly pretends to look up at the sky. Idiot.
“I honestly don’t know why your other teachers aren’t giving you a harder time,” Chastity laughs, shaking her head, oblivious to my interaction with the hormonal boy.
“It’s not even two months into the school year, Chas,” I sigh. “Mrs. Miller’s being a bitch. Why is she like this already?”
“I have no idea. Mrs. Miller is going to be the death of me too this year,” Chastity moans.
I nod, appreciating my friend’s empathy. Chastity Cooper gets me because she and I have been best friends since second grade, and as long as I’ve known her, she’s been a goody two-shoes who tends to panic when she’s stressed out. We couldn’t be more different from one another, but I think that’s why we make great friends.
While I’m fiery with a bee in my bonnet sometimes, Chastity lives up to her name. She’s sweet and innocent and as pure as they come. Sometimes I worry about people taking advantage of her naïveté, and that’s why I keep my eyes open for the both of us.
“Ugh, don’t worry,” I tell her, brushing it all off with a wave of my hand. “It’s our senior year. Most teachers will go easy on us as the school year progresses. They don’t want us back here next year, trust me,” I laugh.
That comment even draws a giggle out of anxious Chastity.
As we walk through the parking lot, I spot my boyfriend, Billy Borg, sitting on his car and smoking pot with his friends. I roll my eyes and nod toward him, nudging Chastity. She gasps.
“He’s going to get suspended if anyone catches him,” Chastity frets.
Billy is known for his bad boy reputation. He comes off as the typical mysterious and dangerous bad boy you see in teen movies. Complete with a leather jacket and a beat-up sports car.
I’ll be honest, Billy’s image is what attracted me to him in the first place. Living in a small town where I don’t tend to fit in because of my chubby body with its cartoonish curves and my sass, I’m drawn to anything that makes me stand out. Unfortunately, Billy’s image is just that – an image. Underneath the leather and joints, he’s a dweeb who doesn’t know where to put his hands when we make out.
I walk up to Billy as he slides down from the hood of his old Camaro with a playful look in his eyes.
“Hey, baby,” he says, blowing smoke in my face and making me cough.
I shove Billy away, but he just laughs and pulls me against him, squeezing me in his arms and kissing me in front of all of his friends. His slobbery tongue is all over the place as it enters my mouth, making it hard for me to keep up with his movements. Billy’s idiot friends cheer as we make-out against his car.
I pull away, wiping Billy’s saliva off of my bottom lip.
“You want a ride home?” he asks loud enough for his friends to hear, insinuating that I’d be riding him.
I chuckle, playing along with his phony image, and kiss his cheek.
“I promised Chastity I’d take the bus with her,” I say, grabbing the joint out of his clammy hand and taking a hit.
Billy smiles at me and runs a hand through his reddish-brown hair. The truth is, we haven’t even come close to having sex. We’ve been dating since the first week of the school year, but honestly, I haven’t spent much time alone with Billy.
His friends are always hanging around, and so is the marijuana, which isn’t exactly an aphrodisiac. Billy usually falls asleep before I can even get my top off. Besides, I’m not in any sort of rush to lose my virginity to Billy Borg.
There really isn’t much substance to him—physically or emotionally. He’s attractive, but I don’t know if I’m actually attracted to him. On top of that, his kissing skills leave a lot to be desired. Making-out with Billy is like him declaring war on my tongue, and I always seem to be on the losing side.
He looks past me at Chastity and nods at her before his eyes draw back to me. Trying to be cool and seductive, he talks loud enough for his friends to hear. Everything Billy does is for show, and I hate that.