Can't Fight This.....

Task 8: Remembrance

ARIANA'S POV

Alright. I think I've held off long enough. Lemme tell you about a story of a good girl gone bad, with the help of her enemy.

It all started senior year of high school.....

*Flashback*

"I'm just saying, I think if we take a break to recuperate from what we just witnessed, it will get better." My brother told my boyfriend, who had his head in his hands.

"I just can't believe he actually auditioned." Jai shook his head at the rejected contestant on American Idol. He had completely sucked. I snuck a glance at my little sister, who kept to herself, but we both knew what she wanted to say. It's not that serious. Chill.

A car pulled up in front of the house, and Frankie stood up to leave. I pouted, silently begging him to stay, but he'd made up his mind.

Rina rolled her eyes. "Frankie, Mom doesn't hate you because you're gay. Just move back in."

"It's not as simple as you think, baby sis." He muttered to her softly as my mother walked in the house. She spotted him but before she could say anything, he planted a kiss on mine and Rina's foreheads, patted Jai on the back, and headed out. Mom sighed to herself.

"It's your fault." I heard my sister grumble out.

"Shut up." I snapped at her, as my mother fought to keep the smile on her face.

Mom asked us about school, then informed us that she was going to make some popcorn. The next day was the seniors' last day in high school before graduation next week. I wanted to end senior year with a change, and I didn't care who was watching.

Rina was entirely too invested in her phone to notice my hand sliding up Jai's thigh. He grabbed my hand to stop me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him down towards me, though I could sense his uneasiness. We were both virgins, but Jai was way more anxious over the idea of sex than I was.

I sighed in content when his lips met mine. Maybe the only reason I was satisfied with myself in that moment was because Harry kept calling me prudish. There was just no right answer. If you had sex, you were a slut. If you didn't, you were a prude. Well, Harry might not have been there to see it, but what prude would've made out with her boyfriend in front of her mother and sister?

Granted, we weren't making out. Jai was a pecker. He liked kisses to be short and sweet. He'd never really done anything out-of-the-box, and he'd always made sure there are no wandering hands. And that's referring to his hands and mine. Jai was good. Jai was safe.

And why would I be thinking about Harry while making out--or rather, pecking-- Jai? It wasn't jealousy or anything like that, so don't get any ideas. I just hated when people thought they knew me when they didn't. The urge to show them who I really was got too strong. Problem is, I wasn't exactly sure who I was.

Jai pulled away, and my mother sat down in the armchair. We watched in silence for a bit before I started growing restless over the idea of proving myself not prudish.

"Ariana, are you alright?" Mom questioned.

I finally said what had been on my mind. "Mom, I think it's time for that talk."

"Which talk?" She asked, though her eyes remained on the television. She popped some popcorn in her mouth and continued watching American Idol as if I hadn't spoken. I had to capture her attention.

"Mom, I wanna have sex." I blurted out, and watched as the other three people in the room's eyes widened.

"Oh." My mother visibly paled. "That talk."