Infinite (Strange and Beautiful, Book 1) by Brittney Musick Read Free Book Online Page B

of Jackson. Of course,
that wasn’t much of a surprise because I always seemed to spaz out when it came
to the opposite sex. It was even worse when the guy was particularly good
looking, as was the case with Jackson. I thought it was unfortunate that
Jackson wasn’t ugly because then I probably could have talked his ear off about
the book.
    I didn’t necessarily consider myself shy around guys. I just had
the awful tendency to stick my foot in my mouth and say all the wrong things. I
was convinced that Skylar took all of the genes that pertained to dealing with
the opposite sex. It was because of this, and my Foot In Mouth Syndrome, that
I’d never had a boyfriend. Heck, I’d never even had a friend that was a boy.
    It wasn’t something I fret over that much. I just kept telling
myself that I’d meet someone eventually. Mostly likely after I finally got some
breasts. Assuming God decided to give them to me.
    According to Tegan, though, the whole “going out” thing was
totally overrated anyway. Of course she would say that since she’d actually had
a boyfriend, and probably because she wouldn’t want me to feel like I was
missing out.
    She’d had two boyfriends, Craig and Alex, to be more accurate.
They were both very good looking, but they were also jerks, in my opinion. They
both liked to talk about themselves a lot, or they’d make rude comments or
would act all bossy. When she was with each of them, I asked Tegan why she
didn’t dump them. Her answer was that they were really good kissers. I was of
the opinion that, if it were I, their kisses would have to be orgasmic in order
for me to put up with any of their macho bullshit. Even then, I wasn’t so sure.
After all, as Cosmo often pointed out, a guy wasn’t necessary to an orgasm.
    Tegan broke things off with Alex when he tried to stick his hand
down her pants, and she found out that Craig got a blowjob from a slutty girl
in our class named Tara. Once Tegan got over the initial distress of being
cheated on, she and I started referring to Tara as Blow Job Betty, or, if we’re
in the company of others, just Betty for short.
    Apparently, there were a lot of Betties in our class, though.
I’d heard stories about things that went on at parties, and, frankly, it was
kind of scary. I’d never even kissed a guy, and I was also a little leery about
letting a guy put his tongue in my mouth, so the idea of putting other parts of
his anatomy in my mouth just grossed me out.
    Tierney had claimed it wasn’t that bad, but before I could ask
any more questions Tegan had put her hands over her ears and started saying,
“la la la I don’t want to hear this.”
    I couldn’t really blame her. I’d probably have reacted the same
if it were Skylar talking about a blowjob. After all, I got grossed out seeing
my sister kiss a guy, but I wasn’t as bad as Mom and Dad, who looked
uncomfortable when Skylar or Luke would hold hands with their boyfriend or
girlfriend.
    But Dad always said, “It always starts with just holding hands.”
    Talk about uptight. But, hey, I was just three weeks away from
turning fifteen. I had no boobs. And I couldn’t talk to guys. What did I know
anyway?
    That’s right. Absolutely nothing.

Chapter Three
    Mark
Moses.
    Even
before I attended Jefferson High School, his was a name I was already familiar
with. Luke, Skylar and Tierney had all retold stories of the legendary resident
bully. According to Tierney, all future bullies would most likely take a page
from Mark Moses’ book when torturing his or her classmates.
    At
first I thought they were all just exaggerating. After all, wouldn’t teachers
notice a guy shoving kids into lockers, taking lunch money or shoving someone’s
head down a toilet? Surely someone would notice a kid dangling upside down from
a restroom stall, right?
    These
were just some of the more tame stories of how Mark Moses had managed to bully
half of the senior class while he was just a freshman. It was said that