I’m getting freaked out by all the questions. Karen knows damn well that we are together, but obviously she knows something about David that I don’t. I just wish she would spit it out already.
"Yes, Kay, you know we're still together. What. Is. It?"
Karen nervously rubs her hands up and down the front of her pants as she continues on.
"Well…I heard from someone that you had s.e.x. with him last weekend."
My stomach drops as she spells out the word.
S.E.X.
How does she know.
"What,” I respond in a pained voice.
"Of course that isn't true… right?"
"Who told you that?"
"Well is it true?" she asks incredulously. "Did you give up yournot-until-I-meet-my-husbandvirginity to David and not even tell your best friend about it?"
I might have mentioned to Karen that I was going to wait until I met and married my husband before having sex. That I promised my parents and my priest that I wouldn’t. Actually I might have told her that a thousand times. How could I not? It's been drilled into me by my irrationally conservative and judgmental mother since I got my first period.
Keep your legs closed, Juliette. Premarital sex is a sin against God. Plus you don't want to end up like your Aunt Tina. She should have never had a kid without getting married first. That unemployed boyfriend of hers left her high and dry before the baby even took her first breath. There's a place in hell for deadbeat fathers like him.
So ever since I can remember, abstinence until marriage was my motto. A plan to assure me that I would never disgrace the family or myself like poor Aunt Tina did, but then I second guessed all of that when I fell for David, or at least my hormones did all the second guessing for me.
"I want to know who told you that.” I demand an answer. Choosing to ignore Karen's hissy fit about notknowingfirst, because that’s totally besides the point.
"Gosh, it is true!” she exclaims with a mixture of awe and anger. "Well, you're not going to like this, but Sarah Dixon was the one who told me that you had sex with David. She said she found out, because her stupid brother saw the whole thing."
I'm just about ten seconds away from vomiting all over The Pit's azalea bushes.
Her brother saw me having sex?
Saw!
Sarah is a popular senior at Franklin and has a big mouth that runs incessantly about whatever gossip is flying around that day. Her twin brother is a friend of David's. If those two know, then I have little doubt that the entire school knows or will know very soon that I've lost my virginity.
"What do you mean he saw?" I whisper the question as if speaking it quietly will make his crime any less of a possibility.
"Don't freak out, but evidently David must have told Sarah's brother and some other guys that you were coming over his house last weekend and what theplanwas."
She says the wordplanusing air quotes.
"So according to Sarah, they came over before you got there and hid in his walk-in closet. I think they watched everything, Jules. Those spoiled assholes."
I try to stop them from falling, but it’s difficult. Heavy, salty, tears start to roll down my face, and then an excruciating tightness in my throat and chest forms that I pray will be the death of me.
Heart attack at seventeen.
Just kill me and get it over with.
I'll never be able to hold my head up in this school again. I can honestly say that I probably don't hate anyone on earth as much as I hate David right now.
"How many people know?" I ask softly.
"I don't really know, but it wasn't like Sarah's brother actually told her. She overheard him talking to someone on the phone, making fun of the fact that David only lasted three minutes before he … well you know….came.
