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Two: The Aftermath of the Health Class Incident
I walked to school, my earbuds crammed in my ears. As I walked up to the front of the school, I could see (with dread), Alexa, Jenni, Erica, Leslie, Amanda, and Katie-Anne. I'll make things simpler and shorter: the popular girls.
I had known some of these girls since middle school, and others I'd met (or, rather, learned of their existence) at the start of high school. From the jump, this group of girls had found and decided un-democratically that they would be the top dogs in high school. I don't know how they all frickin' knew who was popular from the different schools, how they knew who to band together with. Bizarre, unexplained attractions in nature, the strange mysteries in the polar fields. How do magnets work anyway, I don't know.
Anyway, back to the popular girls.
I tried to just walk by them, but I should have known that would be impossible. After all, Erica and Katie-Ann had been in my Health Class seminar group. They were eye-witnesses to my ultimate humiliation.
"Uh oh, girls, watch your language. Virgin ears present," Erica said, covering her mouth delicately with her hand. They all giggled. I gave them an unconvincing sneer as I kept speed walking by them.
"Oh come on Rob, we're just playing around," Katie-Anne called after me.
No one calls me Rob. Rob is short for Robert, not Robin. But I guess Katie-Anne had the power to change those rules if she so desired. I couldn't seem to make my mouth say anything to convince her otherwise.
I went to my locker, keeping my music turned up really loud. Even still, my sixth sense told me that people were gossiping about me as they passed by my hunched back. I yanked open my locker and six wrapped condoms fell out. I groaned quietly. I picked them up and threw them to the back of my locker.
"Keep those in your hope chest, man."
Along with the popular girls, there are the popular boys, who had just followed the lead of the more deliberate machinations of the popular girls, and just became friends with whomever the girls were friends with, trusting the girls to find their cool kid counterparts from other schools. The one with the oh-so-fucking hilarious and witty comment is Jake. Jake was with Travis and Carlton and they were snickering uncontrollably.
I closed my locker smartly and ignored them. I walked quickly through the hallways to my first class: Geography. I sat at my desk and scrolled through my iPod, only half pretending to be completely absorbed in the music.
I never thought I'd prefer being invisible. Now, I couldn't wait to go back to being another face that meant nothing.
The real bitch part of this whole nasty situation is that I can't be the only teenage virgin at this school. I'd bet that at least a third of my grade were still undeclared virgins. But since I'm a male and my v-card was brought up in a very public, nightmare-ish way, everyone was just jumping on this opportunity to be mean and gossip about an actual, supposedly embarrassing fact about me.
Isn't high school just the best thing ever?
I had known some of these girls since middle school, and others I'd met (or, rather, learned of their existence) at the start of high school. From the jump, this group of girls had found and decided un-democratically that they would be the top dogs in high school. I don't know how they all frickin' knew who was popular from the different schools, how they knew who to band together with. Bizarre, unexplained attractions in nature, the strange mysteries in the polar fields. How do magnets work anyway, I don't know.
Anyway, back to the popular girls.
I tried to just walk by them, but I should have known that would be impossible. After all, Erica and Katie-Ann had been in my Health Class seminar group. They were eye-witnesses to my ultimate humiliation.
"Uh oh, girls, watch your language. Virgin ears present," Erica said, covering her mouth delicately with her hand. They all giggled. I gave them an unconvincing sneer as I kept speed walking by them.
"Oh come on Rob, we're just playing around," Katie-Anne called after me.
No one calls me Rob. Rob is short for Robert, not Robin. But I guess Katie-Anne had the power to change those rules if she so desired. I couldn't seem to make my mouth say anything to convince her otherwise.
I went to my locker, keeping my music turned up really loud. Even still, my sixth sense told me that people were gossiping about me as they passed by my hunched back. I yanked open my locker and six wrapped condoms fell out. I groaned quietly. I picked them up and threw them to the back of my locker.
"Keep those in your hope chest, man."
Along with the popular girls, there are the popular boys, who had just followed the lead of the more deliberate machinations of the popular girls, and just became friends with whomever the girls were friends with, trusting the girls to find their cool kid counterparts from other schools. The one with the oh-so-fucking hilarious and witty comment is Jake. Jake was with Travis and Carlton and they were snickering uncontrollably.
I closed my locker smartly and ignored them. I walked quickly through the hallways to my first class: Geography. I sat at my desk and scrolled through my iPod, only half pretending to be completely absorbed in the music.
I never thought I'd prefer being invisible. Now, I couldn't wait to go back to being another face that meant nothing.
The real bitch part of this whole nasty situation is that I can't be the only teenage virgin at this school. I'd bet that at least a third of my grade were still undeclared virgins. But since I'm a male and my v-card was brought up in a very public, nightmare-ish way, everyone was just jumping on this opportunity to be mean and gossip about an actual, supposedly embarrassing fact about me.
Isn't high school just the best thing ever?