Page 12 of Dirty Girl

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Dylan

“There you are!” Jackie shouts, scaring the crap out of me. “Where the hell have you been hiding?”

Shit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jacks. I’ve been around. You’re the one that’s been locked in the pool house all weekend with Dick.”

Dick isn’t his name. Well, I guess it could be, but I gave up on remembering her flavor of the day’s name a long time ago. Besides, as far as Jackie is concerned, men are only good for one thing—dick.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Not just Dick.”

Well, that’s new. “Okay, so who is this not just Dick?”

“Hugh Pearson.”

Lord have mercy. Hugh Pearson—not just Dick, but the Dick. Jackie has been after Hugh for as long as I can remember, but he’s always managed to withstand her advances. Not anymore, apparently. Poor fool.

“So, how was it? Everything your slutty little heart dreamed of?” I’m half-teasing, half-serious in my curiosity. I would never normally ask about her interludes, but I’m feeling generous today. A few orgasms will do that to a girl. Not that I’m going to be sharing that little tidbit.

“Girl, Hugh was everything and then some. That man can fuck like a stallion and go all night long. I think I’ve got beard burn on my pussy and I hurt in all the right places. I’ll be walking bowlegged for a week.” She practically purrs, “Ah-mazing.”

“Wow, sounds like he might actually be able to keep up with you. When are you going to see him again?”

Jackie looks at me like I’ve grown two heads and turned purple. “I’m not. No do-overs.”

Seriously? “But if you guys had such chemistry and he rocked your world, why not?”

She just shakes her head as if she isn’t willing to dignify my question with a response. Changing the subject, she asks again where I was. I can feel my face turning thirty shades of red. I knew she was going to ask. I really should have thought about how I would answer questions. A cover story would have been a good idea.

Jenson might not care who knows, but he doesn’t have anything to lose in this scenario.

Jackie could get pissed and I’d lose my only real friend. Or her parents could decide that it’s time for me to move out. I’m not sure I am ready for that just yet. The loss of my parents is still raw and the idea of being alone scares the ever-loving shit out of me. So, no, I’m not ready to let her know what I did this weekend.

“Oh, you know, just stuck around the house. Lazed about.” I can’t even look her in the eye when I tell her. I’m a horrible liar. I dare to glance over at her and I know immediately she’s suspicious.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Who is he?” She asks point-blank.

I swear I can feel my whole body burn with embarrassment. “Uhm… no one, really. Just a guy. It’s not serious.” I stutter through each lie and it feels like a piece of my conscience is breaking off every word or maybe my nose is growing like Pinocchio. I’ve never been good with deception. In fact, I loathe it.

“Oh. My. God!” Jackie practically shouts. “You finally lost your v-card didn’t you? Who was it, you little slut bag?” I flinch at the insult. I know she’s joking, but damn that stings. “Was it Nathan? Oh, no wait, Travis! It was Travis, wasn’t it? That boy has been dying to get in your pants since Freshman year.”

I’m stunned into silence. I’ve never even talked to Travis other than when he’s asked for my notes in the few classes we shared over the years. Nathan has flirted some, but the only reason he’s nice to me is because he wants another go at Jackie. The homely best friend is always a card that guys try to play when she snubs them for round two. They think if they get in my good graces, she’ll see them as worthy.

First Jenson thinks I’ve got a dozen admirers and now Jackie—they’re both crazy. I’ve never had a boyfriend, a date, or even a kiss beyond Samuel King back in the fifth grade and I punched him in the eye for it.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Simple enough of an answer. I don’t even have to feel bad about this evasion, because it’s true. Though, technically, I’ve never kissed so there hasn’t been anything to tell, but I’m not going there. I’m feeling guilty enough as it is.

“Whatever. Christy is having a party tonight and you’ve got to come. You can even bring your secret Dick with you.” She snickers at her little joke and I’m furious. I don’t get angry and have never once had a fight with Jackie, but I’m not her. The insinuation that I would give my virginity to just some random guy makes me more than mad.

“He’s not some Dick,” I sneer. “I’m not you, Jackie.”

She shrugs, then flips her hair over her shoulder. “Be ready at eight so we can party!”

“No. I’m going to stay in and read.” I do my best to keep my tone even. I don’t want to lash out at her, but I’m hurt and angry. I’m almost certain I failed to keep my feelings contained when she doesn’t push like she normally would. Not waiting to see what else she might have to say, I leave her standing there looking dumbfounded.

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