Jordan Rose

First Time for Everything

School ended after what felt like 7 years, not just 7 hours. Kylie was driving me home, and we jumped into her little red car of which brand I don't really know... Or care, to be honest. She used to brag about it all the time, but she moved on and found better things to do with her time. Like brag about parties she throws.

"So, what's with you and Zac?" Kylie asked as she puckered up her lips and applied more lip gloss, her reflection staring back at her through her tiny car mirror. I blush and look down.

"Nothing, we were just talking and then, um, he asked if I wanted to hang out tonight," I rushed nervously.

I looked up, and saw Kylie freeze with her reapplying of lip gloss. She seemed surprised at first, but then smirked.

"As in a date?" She asked, looking over at me. I nodded sheepishly.

"It isn't that big of a deal," I mumbled. It was a lie. Practically nothing in my life so far was as big as this, but I didn't tell Kylie that.

"Babe, you have a date with the hottest boy in school, and somehow that isn't a big deal to you? Seriously?" She asked me. I continue looking at my knees. "Ok, I am coming over, and I am gonna help you get ready." I looked up. One thing I loved was that even though Kylie acted so stuck up and seemed to only care about her looks, she never asked for permission to help out others when they need it.

I looked over at her and giggled. "Sure," I responded.

"Good," she said. "Now, let's get going." She reached up to flick the mirror shut and turned up the radio.

The ride home was silent. I didn't know any of the songs that came on. The silence was killing me. It left me to my own thoughts, and I started to panic about tonight.

Small confession to make.

Zac Rodgers was the first person ever to ask me on a date. I was slow in developing in that sense.

Living in the orphanage my whole life, half of my friends were boys. I didn't have any influence from the outside world. We didn't have a TV, a phone, we were only allowed to read the bible and there was no radio. So we all made fun in our own way, and I never really thought that holding hands with and kissing a boy was part of the word fun. It didn't cross my mind once.

Until I met Kylie, and she taught me that being friends with boys is only going to get me made fun of. Kylie taught me a lot about boys, actually, come to think of it. It seemed right for her to be there helping me get ready for my first date. After all, she had been on so many before.

Kylie pulled up to my house and turned the car off. I swung my door open and stepped out, bag on my shoulder and a skip in my step. I wrapped my hands around the cold, metal door handle and twisted, opening the door and stepping into the living room of my warm house. I sighed in happiness, dumping my school bag at the front step and ripping off my hoodie. Mum and dad leave the heater on when they leave for work at lunch, so it's always warm when Damon and I get home.

Just then, Damon walked into the living room. He smiled at me and scowled at Kylie. Damon is the only boy that has ever rejected Kylie, and somehow that started a huge feud between them. I don't really know why he rejected her. She is beautiful. But anyway, he did.

"Be nice," I warned Damon as Kylie stepped threw the door. I turned around as she closed it and watch her glare at my brother. "You too," I added. She rolled her eyes at me, grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs to my room.

"Bye Damon!" I called over my shoulder and hurried to keep up with Kylie. She didn't release me until we were in my room and the door was shut.

"I hate that bastard," Kylie growled quietly.