At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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Does sex have a smell? Like, once you've done it do other people who have also done it know that you did it? I guess 'it' can mean various things. But do those people notice fellow debaucherers such as themselves and share secret winks and knowing glances as they pass by each other? Or is there now something different about you that other people might notice? You didn't know. You hoped not, but something about it made you feel like you were wearing a scarlet letter on your forehead, announcing to the world that Eddie Munson fucked you in his bed last night and you loved it.
"Does my face look different today?" You asked Chrissy while smoothing down your fly aways.
She shot you a puzzled look as she reapplied her baby blue eyeshadow in the mirror of the bathroom. "Not that I can see", she replied.
Your reflection gazed at you through the dirty mirror and you returned the lost girl's stare with a deep sigh. You didn't think you looked different. You felt different, but you assumed that was to be expected. I mean you were holding the weight of a huge secret, so that's understandable. But Chrissy wasn't stupid. She had known you for far too long to be fooled by your dismissive responses and obscure excuses. Her body turned to face you, and her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing your forlorn expression.
"Why? Did you do something new?" She snapped her compact closed and studied your face intently.
You smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on your jean skirt and adjusted your black belt anxiously. You wanted to tell her, "yes, actually, I had sex" but you decided to hold off on that little tid bit for now.
"Nope", you answered quickly, trying to hide your guilty pleasure with a nonchalant shrug. You were worried she would see right through you, see the faint blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle a little brighter today, the hickies you covered under your turtleneck. You knew it wasn't nice to keep secrets from her, especially one this big, but this one made you giddy, want to scream, and throw up all at the same time.
"I seriously don't see anything different". She tilted her head, her eyes still searching the side of your face for any sign. "Should I?"
You kept your expression neutral, your poker face on point as you stared at yourself in the mirror and shook your head. If she didn't notice anything then maybe this meant no one else would either.
"Did you do something with your hair?" Her eyes moved to your hands on your head, trying to find a clue.
You dropped your hands and shook your head, regretting ever mentioning anything at this point. She wouldn't give up now. "No, I haven't changed anything. I was just curious". Your voice slightly trailed away. "I just felt a little weird today is all, no biggie".
"Well did anything happen at home with your mom? Oh, God". Her eyes widened. "Your dad?" She feared the worst.
You couldn't help but chuckle at her overactive imagination. "Everything is fine with my fucked up family". You tightened your ponytail and looked at her in the mirror. "Trust me". You stared her in the eyes letting her know that part of your life wasn't going to change.
