Lend Me Your Heart

Three

I was never hazed in my old school, so I didn’t really know what it was or why people did it. At Clearwater, not only were the freshmen hazed, but so were all the new kids, on the night before our first day of school. They were taken into the basements of each dorm and had to recite the first, middle, and last name of at least ten seniors. Luckily, they had gotten a list the night before. If they got the names wrong or couldn’t name ten, they were given a stuffed animal to carry around with them for the first day of school. The new sophomores had to sing the school song and if they got it wrong or didn’t know it, they got a pie in the face. The new juniors, who consisted of me, a girl named Grace, and three boys name Charlie, Miles, and Daniel, had to walk to the senior kitchens- at three in the morning!- and bake one hundred cookies for the football team.

While we were baking, a group of seniors (five girls and five boys) came downstairs and greeted the three seniors who woke us up and led us to the kitchens in the first place. And, while we were baking, they literally made the five of us admit to all thirteen seniors whether we were virgins or not.

“Grace?” asked one of the senior boys with red hair and freckles.

“No,” she said, looking down and blushing.

“What position did you do it in?” he asked.

“I don’t know!” she said, looking up at him, “I was underneath. That’s all.”

He laughed and moved onto Charlie.

“Virgin,” Charlie said, looking uncomfortable.

“What position do you want to do it in?” the senior pushed.

I rolled my eyes, knowing my turn was coming up and I had no idea what to say and I was embarrassed for him and I was already embarrassed for myself, too.

“Uh…cowgirl?” he said, more like a question.

“My favorite.  Miles?”

“Not a virgin. Did it in every position imaginable.”

I couldn’t tell if Miles was lying or not, judging by the smug look on his face.

“That’s my boy,” the senior laughed, “Daniel?”

Of course I was going to be last.

“Virgin. Uh…I don’t know…military?”

I didn’t even know what these “positions” meant. Finally, the freckle-faced senior turned to me with a smile. “Last but not least,” he said a little too sweetly, “Layne.”

“Uhm,” I choked in embarrassment, my face reddening, “I’m a virgin. I have no idea what position I’d want to do it in.”

I was too tired to sound nice.

“That’s not a correct answer.”

“Well, I don’t know any other positions. Sorry.”

“Cute.”

With that, we piled the cookies onto five plates and wrapped them up, walking to the locker rooms and placing them on the benches until the red-haired boy finally escorted us back to the dorms. We dropped Grace and Daniel off in Conrad, Miles in Willington, Charlie in Lonestoga. Then, ginger boy and I had a nice, awkward walk back to Cottage. Luckily, it was short.I asked him was his name was- he said Connor. He asked me what I thought about the hazing prank- I said it was…interesting. I asked him what time it was- he said 7:00 in the morning, meaning I had an hour before school started.

Once we got to my room, I unlocked the door and just as I was about to say goodnight to him, he pushed my door open a little more, his face dangerously close to mine and said, “You’re cute, sweetie, and at this school, I can’t assure you your virginity for much longer. You better do some research on your positions.”