Whispers Of A Lover

Prolouge

So I just want to put everything about me out in the open no secrets or anything. So here goes....

My name is Madison Avery or aka Addy; I know such a typical white girl name but I couldn't exactly choose my name for myself. Anyways I live with my mom it's been just me and her since dad died. She has a weird job but it pays the bills. She is a psychologist, more specifically, she works at one of the hospitals here in California as a grievance counselor. Again I say a weird job but anyone who recently lost someone or someone they love is on life support and things of that nature they can come talk to my mom to help them better cope with the tragedy. Pretty much when doctors don't know how to handle emotional family members they send them to my moms office.

Next thing on the agenda is the fact that I'm sixteen (almost seventeen) and just starting my junior year of highschool. To the school I am nothing more than another nerd to push around. The only people who even take notice of me in life are my two best friends Maxwell (or more commonly known as Max) and Hazel.

Max and I became friends because we have been neighbors for the longest time. We are polar opposites. He is a jock on the football team and I'm the nerd who is only seen when someone forgets their homework. Yet we somehow work together like a clock we kinda need each other to keep ticking.

Hazel also isn't really much like me either she is what most people classify as emo. She has dark blue hair, an obsession with eyeliner, wears the ripped jeans and the My Chemical Romance T-shirt, things of that nature. She also has an attitude problem and doesn't deal well with authority figures. The reason behind this whole debacle of hers though is.... she is a preachers daughter. Yep I said it, a preachers daughter, her father is constantly trying to control her life so she does everything she can possibly think of to upset him. So there it is, most of it anyways, our perfectly complete Motley crew clock and it keeps ticking along perfectly.

I previously talked about my dad passing away well to give you a full story on it I was ten and dad was going on his annual fishing trip with his buddies. They liked to go to a new place each year but they were especially fond of places that involved rapids they said rapids always had the best catches. Well they had one to many beers and my dad kept getting closer and closer to the edge of the bank and the part of the bank he was standing on collapsed and he fell into the rapids. It took the search team a week to find his body, they found it about five miles down stream. Me and my mom were pretty screwed up for a while, but that's what inspired her to become a grievance counselor, before she was a part time waitress at a diner. Dad was the main income for us and he did luckily have life insurance so that helped mom get through college and paid the bills but she still had to keep a job to keep us out of debt. Now she makes decent money and she is happy again so no complaining from me.

That's kinda the basic stuff that if you know me well enough your bound to know all of that but I have two secrets that I keep buried way down so nobody will know. They both seems silly at first but when you hear why I think you will understand.

The first one is-

I'm a virgin.

That should seem normal for a sixteen year old right? Well your totally wrong especially at my school. The boys at my school pride themselves on taking girls virginity, so much that they keep score based on how many virgins they sleep with. The rules are if you claim to take a girls virginity you have to bring proof like the bloodied sheets or their underwear things like that and the more popular the girl the more points you get. Its disgusting and absurd but that's highschool for you.

The second one is the fact that I am an extreme romantic. Again doesn't seem so bad but the reason I don't want anyone knowing that little bit of information is because last year during my sophomore year a guy at my school known as Philip wooed me into a relationship with him. He made me believe he loved me and I was so star struck by him. Later I find out it was all part of a bet to see if he could take my virginity. I almost gave it up to him because I really thought he loved me, It seemed so amazing, him a dude from the basketball team and me a dorky nerd. I thought it was a match made in heaven. I let him get as far as taking of my bra and groping me until I made him stop, he got so mad at me he revealed the whole plot to me out of anger and I felt like a total idiot. He ended up stealing my bra and ditching me at some party he convinced me to go to. I didn't know any one there so I had to walk home, that was one of the worst days of my life, right next to my dad dying.

The next day Philip went around the whole school flashing my bra saying he took my virginity. Most girls would have fought tooth and nail to deny it, but I didn't. The way I saw it was more like a relief it took me off the radar of the guys at my school and made me realize I can't be a hopeless romantic and a highschool student. It also allowed me an out from having my virginity actually being taken from an asshole. So I don't let anyone know I squeal on the inside if someone throws me a flirtatious look, or if a cute guy brushes by me. With me it is my sort of defense system to surviving highschool. So there, you know all there is to know about me, secrets and all.

        Well maybe not all.....I may or may not have an undying crush on my best friend.