To Be a Virgin Everything

"Hallelujah!"

||Above is a picture of Neolle Cook and later, in other chapters, will be pictures of friends, family, and other characters.||

NEW AUTHORS NOTE- okay I am so sorry, I haven't updated in forever and then out of no where I do update and I really am just reposting a chapter. I wanted to change Noelle's picture, but don't worry a new chapter will hopefully come soon, hopefully.

For some reason I wasn't in class. Last thing I remember was sitting next to Edith in robotics class. There isn't really a teacher in that class. It's just a Senior who is the president of robotics. I was working with my partner, who of course is Edith and is also one of my best friends. In the middle of class I had to use the bathroom so I just got up and left. After that I don't- oh yeah, I remember now.

I was back in the class when a guy barged in and started yelling mine and Edith's names. When he looked in our direction his nose was wrinkled and his jaw was clenched.

"You two," he pointed at us. "You two are the ones that ran through my family's farm and took some fruits then threw some at my grandfather. You're going to regret doing anything to my grandfather." Then he started running at us.

Edith grabbed my hand. "Run!" She screamed pulling me around the very tall very muscular guy. His arms swung at us but his missed.

He started chasing us and here we are now. Me and Edith running down a hall from a guy who seems a little too irritated.

And I'm skipping class.

I would turn around to talk to him, but that would be breaking a virgin rule. My virgin voice. My virgin voice is that I have never talked to a guy. That's right, you heard me. I'm fifteen, a sophomore in high school, and I have never talked to a guy. The reason for this strange thing is because of what happened when I was born. To shorten this story up this is all I'll say, my dad proclaimed that I was not his child so he left my mother.

That doesn't, never will, make sense. He had my two older sisters and never made this statement, these are words from my mothers. My sister Naomi, the oldest, told me that my mother had cried for weeks. DNA test were taken over and over, but the DNA test came back really weird and unable to read. This saying, I never grew up with a father. So I made myself promise to never talk to a guy until my father came back.

As for talking to this guy, that would be a no.

I glanced back. He wasn't there.

"Edith?" I pulled my friend to a stop. "He's gone."

She gave me a 'your wrong' look. "No, we're just faster than him so he's down a different hall. You run next to me with my track and cross country teams in the afternoon. No one is faster than me making no one faster than you." She opened a janitors closet and pushed me inside before her. Edith pulled something out of her hair then used it to lock the door.

"That brings me to a question," Edith whispered. "This might not be a good time, but why don't you join?" She looked through the keyhole.

But before I could respond there he was, yelling again.

"You-" intake of breath "-bitches! You're around here somewhere so come out." He banged on the walls. His steps were getting louder. He was coming closer to the door. Edith jumped up from looking through the keyhole. The handle shook. "Damn you, I know you're in there!" He slammed on the door.

Trying for the handle again Edith knew he would open it soon so she pulled me to a far corner in the closet.

The door rattled.

"Get back to your class now!" I could hear a teacher yell toward him.

"Zeke my name is Zeke," the handle shook. "I dropped a paper for class and it just seemed to slip under the door." His voice was calm and frustrated, but damn he was a good actor.