The Virginity Game

Chapter 1

She tossed and turned, shifting the covers and making an even bigger mess of her bed. Amanda managed to get one hour of sleep the night before. Everything felt different to her. A different room, a different house, a different street, and - even worse - a different school.

She let out an angry groan as she picked up her phone from a box that she was using as a bedside table. The clock on her phone read 5:59.

"Just ring already!" she yelled, annoyed. As if on cue her phone's alarm started playing a default tone, signaling time to get ready.

Her feet hit the cold, hardwood floor with a loud thud. She walked into her new bathroom that was connected to her new room and started to get ready.

Today was Amanda's first day of high school. A year ago today, her and her friends were fantasizing about their first day as a Freshman at East Creek High. Well, her friends were living their fantasy, it's just that, Amanda wasn't.

After Amanda had graduated from middle school, her parents sat down with her. They told her that they were getting a divorce. They didn't say why, though Amanda had a feeling she already knew.

Amanda's mom got pregnant with her when she and Amanda's father were eighteen. They had just finished high school. Amanda's dad went to college and is now a English professor at Waterford University, while her mother stayed at home to take care of Amanda.

Amanda could always tell at a young age that her parents didn't have the love her friends' parents did. They were always fighting and arguing.

Amanda begged her mom to stay with her, but it was up to the court to decide. They figured that since Amanda's father had a steady job and could support her better, he'd be the best choice for Amanda to live with.

What the court didn't know was the real reason the two were getting a divorce. Her parents would tell people it was too much fighting and a lack of real communication, but Amanda knew her dad had done something. Something wrong.

It used to be no issue having to drive to the college, but quickly after the divorce, Amanda's dad moved them to a town over.

At first, hearing that they were moving into a big house sounded really intriguing to Amanda. But soon enough, she found out that this house was in Winchester, where she would attend Winchester High School.

Out of every place her dad could have chose to move, it was Winchester, home of the Winchester Hornets. Or as Amanda's old school would call them, the East Creek Cardinals' enemies.

Winchester was East Creek's biggest rival school. Winchester was just a little bit better at sports. No matter what sport it was, Winchester always managed to beat East Creek by the littlest amount.

That's why Amanda couldn't sleep. She was dreading walking into the doors of Winchester, her old school's most hated place on the planet.

Amanda brushed her teeth and washed her face. She dried her face with an old towel. Clearly she still had unpacking to do. She thought that if she avoided unpacking, it would be like she never left East Creek.

Her brown eyes looked dull and didn't sparkle like they use to. They hadn't sparkled the same since last June, when she had experienced her own heartbreak. But that was the past, Amanda was trying to focus on getting through her first day as a Winchester Hornet.

She quickly brushed the knots out of her dirty blonde hair. Her hair fell to the middle of her back while she cocked her head to the side and looked in the mirror. Do I do anything with my hair? she thought. It isn't too bad today... I think I'll just leave it. Her hair was wavy for the most part, but on lucky days, there was almost no waves at all. Today was one of those lucky days.

On her sink counter were the clothes she had picked to wear. It consisted of denim shorts, a gray tank that was lacey at the bottom, and a dark gray zip up hoodie.

She slipped the clothes on and looked back at the mirror. She applied two coats of mascara to her eyelashes and used some Candy Cane Chapstick on her lips.

Amanda opened her mouth to yawn, but instead a burp came out. She quickly covered her mouth to hold back her laughter.

Her laughing abruptly stopped when she began staring at herself in the mirror. She was staring at her beauty mark. It was under her right eye. Many people didn't notice it, but Amanda could help but see it. She felt like it was an alien on her face and refused to accept any complements about how "pretty" she was.

She grabbed her backpack, her navy vans, and a pair of white socks, and she went downstairs to the kitchen. Her dad was sitting on a stool, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning," he said in a monotone voice, without even lifting his eyes from the article he was reading.

"Hi, Jeff," she said casually, taking a bite out of an apple that was in the fruit bowl.

Her father looked up from the paper and gave her a disapproving glare.

"Hello, father," she said sarcastically correcting herself, "How are you this lovely morning? The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day. Sleep well?" Amanda raised her eyebrows as if to say 'is that better for you?'

Her father rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to be late for work."

"Right, don't want to keep those young college girls waiting," she said through the apple she was holding between her teeth, while she slipped on her socks and sneakers.

"Amanda Carolyn King, that is no way to speak to your father," he said picking up his suitcase and walking towards the front door.

"Sorry, you know me. Sometimes I have no filter," she sounded overly apologetic as a way to show she wasn't really sorry for what she said.

"Don't miss the bus, have a nice day, dear," he said through his teeth, slamming the door behind him.

Amanda opened her mouth, about to make a sarcastic remark that her father wouldn't be able to hear, when the front door opened up again.

"Almost forgot my keys," he picked up a chain of keys. "Good thing you didn't lock the door, yet," he sounded like he was trying to ease the tension, but they both knew that wouldn't happen.

"I was just about to," Amanda said while packing her wallet into her backpack.

"Look, just try to make one friend today. I know you're dreading going to Winchester. I get it. You've been brought up in East Creek to hate them. But, they do have a better soccer team. Why don't you join it?"

"When did you get all nice?" she muttered.

"Fine. Be miserable. Have a horrible day at school."

He waited for her sarcastic response that Amanda always answered him with. After standing in the doorway for a minute, still with no response, he left. Amanda listened as she heard his car start up and drive up the street, away from the house.

"Finally," she let out a sigh of relief.

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