Robin, Boy Virgin: Original Series

On Tuesday, I had one hell of a time getting myself out of bed. Cora was, like, dating, dating Brandon. And that was really hard to deal with. My small rock of confidence was being slowly disintegrated. I mean, things weren't totally awful yet, because her and douche puppy Brandon were just starting to date. Cora still had time to back out of it. But they could, like, end up being in a relationship.

And just thinking about that makes me want to take up hard core recreational drugs.

I barely got dressed. I pulled on my baggiest jeans and a grey hooded sweatshirt. I stepped into some ratty skater sneakers that I haven't worn in two years, and then slumped down the stairs. Glenn was in the kitchen, dressed for work and doing a crossword. I've noticed that he does most of the crossword and then Linda polishes off the words he doesn't get. She's, like, some kind of crossword prodigy.

Glenn said good morning to me and offered me the other half of his toast. Even though that was a nice dad thing to do, I declined the toast and just headed out the door.

I took my sweet time walking to school. But you know when you want time to slow down and like an asshole it just speeds on up, I was at school in no time. I walked through the parking lot, but I didn't see Cora's car. Maybe she was cutting class. That didn't make me feel better, I still felt like made me feel like crap.

At my locker, four condoms fell out. Aw shit, I thought the condom plague was receding.

I went to Music Composition and was still feeling like crap. I went into our practice room and, to my surprise, Cora was already there, sipping her tea.

"Morning BW," She said to me, sipping her tea.

"Morning," I said, sounding miserable. I mentally slapped myself. Cheer up or else Cora's gonna sense something's up.

"Are you alright?" She asked, sounding concerned. The concern in her voice leaked into my sad, angst-y cloud of depression, and made me feel warmer. I hate Cora, she won't even let me have the small luxury of being miserable.

"... uh..." Ok, ok. I could tell the truth. I could tell her "I'm totally into you Cora and I don't want you to date Brandon because I think that if you gave me and you a chance, it'd be awesome".

But telling the truth is, um, overrated. Not to mention scary as fuck.

"I'm just kinda having an off day," I half lied. Cora titled her head, her eyes sympathetic.

"Is... everything ok with your dad and stuff?" She asked delicately. Aww, she's a good friend. Arrack!

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled and sat down in my chair. Cora took a sip of her tea and then offered me the travel mug.

"It'll make you feel better," She tempted. I gave her a look and then took the mug from her. My lips touched where her lips had touched, our germs mingled. And the tea was hot and did make my throat feel better. I swallowed the tea and then handed the mug back to her.

"Thanks," I said. Cora smiled at me pushed her hair sleepily off her face. Whoa it was hot. Like, crazy hott.

"I didn't see the Charger in the parking lot this morning," I said, propping my elbow on the spare, narrow desk and leaning my head against my hand.

"Oh Brandon insisted on giving me a ride," Cora said. Oooh, good bye, feeling better.

"A little pushy don't you think?" The mumble came out of me before I could stop it. Cora laughed at me.

"... well, yeah, a little," She admitted. I looked up at her abruptly. She thought he was pushy?? That was a good sign. If she thought those things about him now, that kind of doomed the relationship... right?

Oh fuckit I don't know. I'm just a virgin.

"Your car is cool. If anything, you should be picking him up," I said. Wait- no. I didn't want her to pick him up, but I hope she got the message I was sending. She didn't need to rely on anyone to drive her places.

"Right? The Charger is great," Cora agreed. I smiled anciently and she smiled back.

Cora suddenly reached over and ran her hand affectionately through the hair. I looked at her, but when she was done touching me, she stood up and went over to the computer.

"Let's just chill in the dark," Cora said, going on to the internet. While that kind of tortures me, being so close to Cora in the dark, it was really, really nice at the same time. I lay down on the floor in my spot. Cora turned on some instrumental music, turned out the light and lay down in her spot. I felt her hair touch my cheek when it fanned out under her head. It tickled my cheek.

"This is Belle and Sebastian," I noted the band, showing off my knowledge.

"Fuck this shit," Cora added the song title. She said with an exaggerated gangsta voice and it made me snort a laugh. Which in turn made her giggle, which in turn made me laugh more.

"Fuck this shit," I repeated, trying to sound like Lil Wayne. Cora burst out laughing and I grinned.

We calmed down again and listened to the lovely music.

"What are you doing after school?" Cora asked me, turning her head toward me, but still looking at the ceiling. I know because I looked at her when she said it.

"Um... nothing," I answered honestly. Didn't she say she was hanging out with douche puppy today?

"Have you seen the movie Empire Records?" Cora asked me curiously.

"No," I answered.

"Ok, we absolutely have to watch it after school. When things are really twisted, that movie always makes me feel better," Cora told me, twisting her arm up to tap the top of my head.

"Don't you have a date?" I asked before I could stop my mouth.

"Oh. Yeah. But that's later on," Cora said, waving her hand uncaringly. Well... um, ok.

"Alright. I have mint chocolate chip ice cream at my house," I offered.

"Ah! I love mint chocolate chip ice cream," Cora cheered. I figured she would. Since she drinks peppermint tea, I foresaw the overlap in taste preference.

I pay too much attention to Cora don't I? Yeah, yeah, I think I do.