Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Ten | The Not So Coed Dressing Room (Part One)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Ten

T H E N O T S O C O E D D R E S S I N G R O O M

PART ONE

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"Is that a hickey I see adorning my daughter's neck?" My mother asked when I walked into the kitchen the next morning.

My hand flew to my neck. "What?"

My mother jumped out of her chair and ran over to me. She grabbed my hand and forced it away from my neck. "It is! My daughter has her first hickey!" She hugged me tightly. "I'm so happ- Please tell me it's from a boy."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of her embrace. "Of course it is mom! Honestly, most girls would have to go to therapy if their mother kept insinuating they were a lesbian."

"Well, I'm sorry, you're seventeen and still have never had a boyfriend. When I was your age I had already lost my virginity. Not that I'm saying you should lose yours," she added quickly. "I love you darling, but remember how I ended up pregnant with you? Eighteen and alone."

I scoffed. "You weren't alone. Grandma was there the whole time and so was dad, even after you two broke up."

"For me, two people were the equivalent of alone."

"Oh you slut," I grinned. My mother glared and I shrank away. "Don't hurt me! First hickey, remember?"

My mother sat back down and gave me a sly smile. "So, who was it?"

I stiffened. Crap, what do I say? 'Yeah mom, the eldest son of that mafia boss necked me in my room last night', uh, I think not. "Um..." I said, trying to think of a name. "Um, Clement DuBois...." Sure, that'll work. I silently congratulated myself.

My mother spit out the coffee she has just taken a sip of. "W-What?"

I gave her a peculiar look. "Clement DuBois. It's a very French name mom, you should be happy." I smiled. "Hey, if we get married, then my whole name will be French like yours! See, it's for the best."

"DuBois," my mother whispered to herself in shock. "...The police chief's son DuBois?"

I nodded my head. "Uh, yeah...is there something wrong with that, because I can think of another name if you want..."

"No, no, it's fine." She stood up and walked over to me. "You know...we haven't had quality time in a long, long time. Why don't we spend the day at the mall, hm? I know you're father's been sending you money."

I gasped. How did she know about my super secret stash?

"Oh and honey," My mother began. "I think cutting out the pages in the bible is considered a sin, so you usually probably find a new hiding spot."