Losing Virginity by Ava Michaels Read Free Book Online

that had just broke loose
under a full moon in search of warm blood. I half expected the building's
windows to shatter.
    As
I trudged towards her office, not failing to notice the judgmental stares the
rest of the staff was giving me - all quick, mortified glances before the
studious lowering of heads - I couldn't help but think that Jess’ little
lecture from last night was about to be repeated to me, this time in a rasping
nicotine hiss.
    Alex's
eyes seemed to be completely shut, as far as I could tell. The usually
impeccably-dressed and swishing Latin boy-monger staggered towards me, using
any available body or desktop for support, and leaking papers from the folder
he carried all the way. The poor guy smelled like Pabst, KY, and way too much
of some sort of perfume ... Definitely not one intended for a guy. He had definitely
guerilla-groomed himself on the way out of Dunbar. His hair attested to that.
    "Um. What's going on
there with your lip, babe?" I asked him.
    That
comment made his eyes open really fast.
    "Oh
my god WHAT?" he screamed.
    I
was quickly saved by Veronica, pulling Alex aside and comforting the whimpering
sack of deflated Mario Lopez, who also had his pink polo on inside out. I
wondered what kind of action he had seen last night.
    "It's
okay, baby, it's okay," Veronica was cooing while
glaring at me as I made my way down to Betty’s office.
    Alex
had a serious cold sore, and I had made the mistake of mentioning it. My friend
was now a gibbering hair-gelled, lubricated, Captain Morgan's, and ladies'
perfume-soaked mess on the floor with Veronica trying to bring him back down
like the police would a jumper.
    "I'm
SURE Olivia will be right back to tell you that little spot ain't no thang . She's just taking
it out on you because she’s in trouble with Betty!" she bellowed down the
hall.
    Bartok
was straddling the front of her desk like the lieutenant in some cheesy 90's
cop film, arms crossed. Her pantsuit didn't seem prepared for the aggressive
contortions they were being put through, and I just prayed that the thing
wouldn't rip.
    She
was holding a bronze paperweight in the shape of a WWII-era grenade that was
really cylindrical and really notched. I just hoped she wasn't going to throw
it at me.
    "Hi Olivia."
    I
nodded as I stood awkwardly in the door.
    “Come
in and shut the door, please.”
    Her
voice was way too soft for comfort. I did as I was told and when she motioned
for me to take a seat I flopped down, letting out a big sigh like this was just
a waste of my time. I looked up at her and waited for her to begin.
    "Olivia,
are you happy here? Is there something going on with school or at home that is
distracting you?" she asked.
    I
was not prepared for this.
    “No.
Nothing’s wrong. I’m happy hear,” I mumbled, barely scraping up the enthusiasm
needed to make my words sound convincing.
    “Yesterday
afternoon I went to check your progress and you had these three files out of
order.”
    “Three
files out of the entire four drawers I have completed so far?”
    “Yes,
Olivia, three files.”
    Was
she for real? I was called into a ‘come in and shut the door’ meeting for three
misfiled files? I wanted to pat myself on the back and smile right in her face
saying ‘that’s great because I was really out of it and positive I misfiled at
least half the files. Three…Well, hell, I should get a
raise…If I wasn’t an intern working for FREE.’ It's perfectly legal to be
stupid at times but some people just completely take advantage, like her. You’d
think with smart phones, smart cars, and smart televisions... We’d start making
smart people. I wanted to say it to her, but I held my tongue.
    “You
see, Olivia, this kind of carelessness could have cost someone a lot of time
searching. Searching because of your mistake.”
    I
nodded my head up and down and displayed not one emotion. She wasn’t going to
get the best of me.
    “Why
do you think you made this mistake?”
    WHAT?
I screamed in