Page 114 of All Your Firsts

“Holy shit,” Jenna says while laughing.

“What?” I say as I try to peek at my side.

“R.V.W.?” Alexa questions.

With a jolt, I spring up and hastily glance in the mirror. “That motherfucker.”

“He practically branded you with his initials. How did you not notice?” Alexa asks.

“Because I’m an idiot, apparently.”

“His possession is kinda hot,” Jenna says with a shrug.

“More like insane. Only you would find romance in something so dark and twisted,” Alexa says while I continue to look at Vic’s initials on me.

Again, there were clues, and I missed every single one.

“Plain old roses and chocolates are played the fuck out. Get a tattoo of my name to show me you’re serious, or stab someone in my honor. That’s romance,” Jenna says.

“You know, you’re more of a Harley Quinn and less of a Poison Ivy. I feel sorry for your future husband,” Alexa says.

“Ugh, as if anyone could hold me down.”

“True that. Okay, continue,” Alexa says as she looks at me.

“Fuck the PG shit... we want the juicy details.” Jenna wags her eyebrows and rubs her palms together.

“He wanted all of my firsts, so we did everything I haven’t done yet, which was a lot, obviously.”

“Oh really. Do tell more,” Alexa says.

“Damn, girl. Your face got bright red.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m talking about the things our parents wouldn’t let us do. Skinny-dipping, toilet papering a house, which somehow turned into burning bags of shit. Don’t ask, I’m still scared. Getting high, bungee jumping.”

“And...” they prod.

“And we did the deed,” I say, covering my face.

Jenna snaps her fingers. “Details.”

“Not on your life.” I giggle.

“Well, I find it adorable he wanted you to experience new things with him,” Alexa says, playing both sides of the coin. Damn her. “He also made you more spontaneous and adventurous. What happened?”

“He lied about who he was.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I never told you, but Gage’s cellmate started writing to me, and we continued to talk even in college.”

“What?”

“I should’ve told you, but I wanted something for myself. I know that sounds selfish, but I did.”

“What does this have to do with Vic?”

“Are you slow from your meltdown earlier? Homeboy was the pen pal,” Jenna says.

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