"Every saint has a past, but every sinner has a future." I'm not a saint at all. I've done my fair share of sinning and my priest knows very well of all my recent sins after last weeks confession. I've never been labeled as a slut before and I never intend to be. I'm a 15 year old "Catholic" girl and I know where my boundaries are. I'm simply open and down to earth. And by down to earth I mean down to men. Woman were born into this world to be attracted to the opposite sex just like men are born to be attracted to us. Is it my fault that I'm not afraid to be open about that? What's so shameful about the skin we were born in? Why is our pride based on whether we've done it or not?
Some people believe that making love before marriage is unethical and sinful. Which I agree with because I think you can't truly make love with someone unless you're actually in love with them. But I firmly believe that having sex before marriage is what "God" wants us to do. He gave us the props, so why not give him a show every now and then? Does that make me a loose woman with no self respect? Absolutely not. My opinion makes me a young woman who is proud of her sex and not insecure about the body she was born in. I have my morals, and love for myself and my body is one of them.
I heard my mom stomping up the stairs in her stilettos and I shut my computer and turned to my mirror pretending to adjust my makeup. My mom would kill me if she found out I was avoiding her party to finish the next season of Skins UK. My mom shoved the door open and said with a loud whisper "Do you think you're borrowing my 300 dollar dress for nothing? Hurry up and get the hell downstairs! I need you to help by passing out whine to the guests and I want you to meet everyone as well!" I sighed, thinking that my mom was done pestering me when she said "And why aren't your shoes on, Claire! I'm starting to stress out and need your help downstairs!".
"Okay, Okay! I only took off the heels because my feet were hurting!" I said.
My mom hissed and stood by the door until I rolled my eyes and got up from my desk to put on my heels and go downstairs. I've always been terrified of walking down our ridiculous glass stairs in heels, walking down them in regular shoes was enough to get my heart racing. I walked past the living room where all the guests were and straight into the kitchen to start pouring glasses of wine for people. My mom came in and bossed me around a bit, telling me to "hurry up" and "put the wine glasses on a fancy tray if you can find it." and "don't you dare break anything".
I took a whiff off the wine from the bottle and got to work. I considered holding the tray with one hand and telling everyone that my mom was paying me to be the waiter for the night but reconsidered that. Instead, I held the tray with both hands and tried to be as careful as possible when I opened the kitchen door into the living room. I was holding the tray with both hands, pushing the door open with my back when the door suddenly pushed forward! I dropped the tray on the floor and in less then seconds, three wine glasses were broken. Not to mention, three glasses of wine were wasted.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" I stomped one foot and spun around ready to get in the grill of whoever had just caused this. It was Eiden Santa-Maria, a junior at my Catholic school. Classic popular boy who's gone out with almost every attractive senior girl you can name. Any other girl probably would have immediately apologized having realized that they had just cursed at one of the most beautiful guys at their school. I maybe could even ask him if he got hit by any glass or excuse myself for getting so close to his face and back away.
But unfortunately for him, I wasn't any other girl. I could care less for Eiden, my mother was going to kill me for breaking Clause's glasses and keeping everyone waiting, and my dress was beginning to strangle my boobs. So what was the only logical thing to do after this idiot shows up at my house? I slapped Eiden Santa-Maria right across the face, leaving a nice print across his face. He looked as if his dad had just taken away his BMW without reason. I turned around immediately to go to the pantry and find the broom to clean up before my mom came in again. I expected Eiden to leave, as if the slap was enough of a hint that I didn't have time to bother with him at the moment.
