Confessions of a Wild Child

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Authors: Jackie Collins
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and a very nice bod. He is English and attends the boys’ school located near us. I am quite taken with his accent, and his kissing skills aren’t bad either.
    I’ve never actually practised Almost in a bed before. But soon I am totally naked with a boy for the first time. Naturally this horny English boy is hot to take it all the way.
    ‘Everything but,’ I tell him firmly, wriggling out of his reach.
    ‘C’mon,’ he begs. ‘Let me just put it there, between your legs – I promise I won’t do anything.’
    Ah yes, and I have a fine piece of real estate in Central Park I can sell you . . .
    Boys! They must think all girls are total idiots.
    I dissuade him from his task by doing something to him that all boys crave. Then just when he is about to return the favour, the lights go on, and standing in the doorway to our room – arms crossed, looking like a stern-faced ghost – is the gym teacher, and Miss Miriam herself.
    Holy batshit!
    Crapola major!
    Man!
    ‘Out!’ Miss Miriam thunders at the two boys, who leap from our beds as if they have a raging frog up their ass. ‘Go now. And never return.’
    The boys frantically grab their clothes and run, leaving me and Olympia hiding under the sheets in our individual beds.
    ‘Tomorrow morning. My office,’ Miss Miriam says, laser eyes decimating us. Then she snaps off the lights with an ominous flourish and the two women make a stern exit.
    Olympia dissolves into fits of nervous giggles.
    I don’t know what to do. So I laugh too.
    Screw it . We’re invincible!
    *  *  *
     
    ‘You have brought disgrace upon the entire establishment of L’Evier. This hallowed school has never experienced behaviour like this before. Never! ’ Miss Miriam removes her pebble-like spectacles and glares at us.
    For a moment I think she might burst into tears at the effrontery of it all. But she doesn’t – she curls her lip and continues glaring.
    It’s the next morning and we are standing in her office in front of her desk like a couple of criminals caught in the act. I guess in her eyes that’s exactly what we are.
    Miss Miriam is on a rant. ‘To bring boys into my school is bad enough. But to take them to your room, and to be found in bed with them. Well . . .’
    Olympia stifles a giggle.
    Miss Miriam turns on her. ‘You may well laugh, young lady – however, I do not imagine your laughter will continue when your father arrives to remove you from this school that you have besmirched with your disgusting vulgar behaviour.’
    Olympia gulps. So do I.
    ‘The pair of you are expelled,’ Miss Miriam continues. ‘Both your fathers will be here tomorrow morning to collect you. In the meantime you are to go to your room and stay there. Is that clear?’
    We nod, only now I’m panicking. Has the old biddy contacted Gino? Will he be coming for me? Jeez, I am in major trouble.
    ‘Can we go now?’ Olympia asks, apparently unfazed at the reality of being expelled.
    Miss Miriam looks down her nose at us. ‘Please do,’ she says, acid-tongued. ‘I cannot stand to look at either of you for one more minute.’
    Olympia flounces from the office. I follow.
    We make it up to our room, whereupon Olympia collapses onto her bed and starts complaining.
    ‘What an old witch!’ she moans. ‘My poppa’s going to be major pissed, he hates it when I get thrown out of school and he has to come get me and make nice and apologize for his naughty little girlikins. He made me swear I wouldn’t get thrown out of this one. Shit!’
    I can sympathize. Gino is not going to be exactly thrilled. But then he won’t come to fetch me, he’ll send someone – hopefully Marco.
    Yes, the sad truth is that I still have a dumb girl crush on handsome Marco. It’s pathetic, I know, only I can’t help it.
    ‘Well,’ Olympia says with a weary sigh. ‘I guess it’ll be fathers’ day tomorrow. What a trip!’
    ‘My dad won’t come,’ I say dourly. ‘He’ll send some one.’
    ‘Why won’t he

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