Anna || HS

CHAPTER 11

~The Aftermath, Fall 2009 to Spring 2010~
Anna- 15
Harry- 15-16

Anna POV:

Luckily, it was three weeks between the party and the start of school. Things had somewhat died down with the rumor mill, mostly fueled by the fact that Abbigail wasn't clear about how Harry had 'cheated' on her. She didn't correct anyone, but you damn well better believe that Harry and I did. Even Ben, after he finally calmed down and talked to Harry about it, settled down enough to set some people straight with regards to the rumors. Regardless of how much they hurt him, he said he "still respected me enough to not want people to think those things about me". Yeah. That one stung. I'm a bitch.

Harry and I tried our best to just move forward. There were always mean girls, and people that we thought were our friends that took one side or another, but we were trying our best to just be friends. You see, I decided, not long after my birthday, that my friendship with him was way too important to complicate with something like acting on my feelings for him.

Obviously that meant that nothing else had happened between us since the night of my birthday. That didn't stop both of our moms from assuming that something had. The rumors were still circulating at school the first couple weeks we were back and with my mom teaching at the school, it didn't take long before she sat me down to talk about the non-existent sex that was happening between me and the green-eyed boy next door.

~September 19th, 2009~

Anna POV:

"Anna, we need to have a chat." Mom calls from her bedroom. I open the door and find her patting a spot for me to sit next to her on the bed. She gets up after I take a seat to close the door before returning to her spot and giving me a serious look.

"What happened the night of your birthday?" She asks calmly, but I know what she is really trying to ask me.

"Between me and Harry? Nothing like what people at school are saying happened," I reply "kids are jerks and Abbigail spread a rumor after she and Harry broke up," I inform her and I watch her body visibly relax at the information.

"You know I am not going to be mad if something did happen. You can talk to me about it, sweetheart."

Resting her hand on my leg, I feel safe knowing that her words are not empty; I know she wouldn't be upset if something had happened between us. Both she and dad sat me down a while ago and had 'the talk'. Their version was very realistic and open, asking the same from me in return. That was why I told her about us making out. I would have told her if we had sex that night.

"I know, mom. I would have told you, but nothing remotely close to that happened."

"OK, Anna. So, it didn't happen that night. What about the next time you two are together?"

I roll my eyes at her question, and she ignores my annoyance to continue.

"I think that you should go on birth control." She breezily adds to our little chat. "I talked with our doctor about it and she said it could help with your cramps and cycle, so there is more of a reason than just preventing a surprise pregnancy for you to go on it."

"MOM! I am not having sex with anyone. I do not plan to have sex with anyone. I really don't think I need to," I reply, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment pulsing through my body and raising my blood pressure.

"Well, I think that you should consider it. There is a version where you get a shot every three months, so it isn't something to remember to take everyday. And, if you plan to have sex, I would hope you are using protection anyways," she adds.