Veronica Stilinski lives with her older brother Stiles and her Dad, the Sheriff, in Beacon Hills. She is starting her first year of High School and is going to attend Beacon Hills High. This is the school where her brother, now a junior, and all his...
"Stay still!" I tell Malia as I try to finish painting her nails. We are sitting on Lydia's bed and Malia flips through a magazine, making it difficult for me to paint her nails. "Lia, please!" I say yanking her hand back towards me so I can paint the last nail.
"Ok, ok! Sorry!" She says laughing as I paint the final nail.
"There, all done." I say and she examines my work.
"Well done." She says and pats the top of my head and I laugh.
Lydia stands in front of the mirror, using it to help her decide which dress she likes better.
"Pizza's here!" Kira says as she walks in with three boxes of pizza. Malia, Lydia and I rush over to her, each taking a box. "Hey! You better share." She says as we all take a seat on the floor next to each other.
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We still sit on the floor after we finish eating. We may have eaten a little too much, so we sit silently for a while. Something comes to mind and I think about asking the girls about it. I open my mouth to ask a question but decide not to.
"What?" Malia asks and the other two girls turn to look at me.
"What do you mean, what?" I ask Malia.
"You were going to say something." she says.
"Me? No I wasn't."
"Yes you were." Malia says and tilts her head. "You also reek of anxiety right now. What is it?"
"Really it's nothing." I say and grab my drink.
Lydia looks at me and squints her eyes. "This is about sex, isn't it?" She asks casually and I almost spit out my drink.
"Lydia!" I say.
"Oh honey please, it's normal. What do you wanna know?"
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I turn to the other two girls, slightly embarrassed.
"There's nothing to be shy about." Kira says, urging me to go on.
I sigh. "Umm, ok. Well I- I guess I was just wondering...ugh I don't know. I'm just not really sure what to do?" I say, but it sounds more like a question.
Lydia and Kira do most of the talking, while I just listen. It's a very short conversation. Straight and to the point. Use protection, they say like twenty times.
"Thanks." I say afterwards, not feeling so uncomfortable anymore.
"Oh you know what else?" Malia says. "Your brother and I-"
I bring a hand up. "Malia, stop! No. Please. It's bad enough I hear you sometimes, I don't need to, nor do I want to know, any specifics."
