she
says in between two more snorts. “Anyway, what I want to know is are you
allowed to go out with guys?”
“Of course we
are. I think. I’ll go check the handbook.” I leap off the bed and almost
immediately come to a standstill. Where is it?
“Excuse me? The
what?” Maddie’s incredulous tones interrupt my train of thought.
“Um—the
handbook. Why? What’s wrong?”
“Earth to Suzy.
Your new Virginity Club has a handbook and it doesn’t register on the TRULY
WEIRD scale at all?” Put that way, she could be right—I suppose.
“It depends on
what it says. Which I’ll tell you when I find it.”
“Back pocket of
your pants?”
I reach into my
pocket and it’s there. She’s done it again. I’m telling you, one day this
girl’s going to make it big. I open up the handbook, scan the list of contents
and flick to the chapter called “Dating, yes or no?”
A giggle bubbles
in the pit of my stomach. “This is so funny,” I say between giggles that simply
won’t abate. “Maddie you’d just die if you could read this.”
“What does it
say? Tell me.”
I perch back
down on my bed, and take a deep breath. The look on her face is so funny I can
hardly contain myself.
“Okay. I’m calm.
I can do this. Right. There’s a chapter on dating and it gives a list of dos
and don’ts.”
“And?” Maddie
asks impatiently.
“And—I’ll read
it to you. Being celibate doesn’t mean you can’t fraternize with the opposite
sex, as long as you remember the golden rule: look but don’t touch—.”
“So no kissing
then?” Maddie interrupts.
“Doesn’t look
like it.”
“What about
air-kissing? Does that count?” She moves her head from side to side and makes
kissing noises.
I try to ignore
her. “Should be ok.” I read a bit further to myself. “Hey, listen to this: If
you feel you might give in to temptation take a chaperone with you. A
chaperone. Can you imagine going to the movies and having someone sitting
between you?”
“I’ve a better
idea. Instead of taking a chaperone you could sit at either end of a row. That
way you can have loads of people sitting between you. It might make sharing the
popcorn a bit hard, though.” We both giggle. “What else does it say?” Maddie
asks after a few seconds when we’re a bit more controlled. I open my mouth to
read out some more when there’s a knock on my door.
“Suzy. Are you
ready yet?” Mom’s impatient shout stops me in my tracks.
“Ooops, she doesn’t
sound too happy,” says Maddie.
“I’ll say. I
don’t know why. I’m not that late, am I? Better go, before she calls again.
Sorry. I’ll text when we get back, which hopefully won’t be too long. Shopping
with Mom isn’t my most favorite thing, as you well know.” I log off and reach
for my shoes. “Coming Mom.”
Chapter
Six
I drag myself
out of bed when the alarm goes off, a feeling of impending doom in my heart.
Okay, so maybe I’m being a bit melodramatic, but today is make or break day.
I’ll find out whether my performance at Friday’s meeting has earned me the
privilege of being friendless.
Mind you, even
if Lori and gang don’t want to know me there’s bound to be someone to hang
with—not that that’s going to help my cause. Although, even the not so popular
kids will be more acceptable to Mom and Dad than most of the ones at my old
school. Of course, there’s always a chance that Lori will tell the other guys
not to be friends with me. That’s the thing when you’re popular, everyone does
as you say. Well, they do at St Peter’s.
At my last
school the popular girls weren’t so influential, though they could be right
bitches and some of us (aka the
have-plenty-of-friends-but-aren’t-totally-up-ourselves-and-plastic group) took
great delight in doing things to wind them up.
It’s weird that
here the coolest people support virginity, study hard and are sporty. And get
invited to all the parties. The complete opposite to the cool
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