The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

"I like you too Clayton Mandeville."

We left the cabin that day. So many things on out teenage minds. For the life of me I couldn't stop thinking about Clay's lips. The feeling of it touching mine, the shape, the taste everything. For a moment he made me forget the trouble that I was facing, for just a moment. But when his hands started going don I got scared, I'd never been touched like that before, I didn't know how to react.

I mean, if I was drunk as I was the night Jackson tried to-, uh, I'd probably be into it. But I was sober, and vunuarble. I felt all the emtions and I knew it was ging somewhere. Somehwhere I didnt like. I had to stop it.

Worst yet, I was sitting in the front right next to him. Occationally he glanced at me through the mirror. And I'd look back at him just as he'd turn away. Oh, what have I done. It was going amazing, all the great feels were serging through our bodies, but I just decided to stop. I may never live that down.

"Are you just going to pretent nothing happened?" Clay suddenly says glancing over at me while keeping a watchful eye on the road.

I sighed, "No, but, I was hoping you would," I say than immediately regeted.

"W-what? What's that bloody mean?" he asks looking over at me.

I was unable to answer him, hwat did I mean by that? I have no clue to be honest. Clay was inpateient however, he didn't accept my silence as an answer.

"Well!" he pressed watching me longer now. I was begining to get worried he wasn't paying attention to the road anymore.

"I-I-"

"Answer the bloddy question Zana!"

"I-I don't know Clayton! I don't know! I'm just! Can we talk about this later?"

He moved his head from left to right angryily, then he pressed on the gass and sped up the car. I felt bad after that. Clay must be sick of me, every minute I was screaming at him for dumb reasons. If he only knew the secret I was trying to protect. . . . . . . .

* * *

I had been so streshed these passed few months I didn't realize my birthday was approaching. I was going to be eighteen years old. I couldn't believe it. I'd been waiting for that day for such a long time, now it's almost here. I don't even know ho to react.

In two days I am going to be eighteen, legal to drink in most contries, excep for the freaking USA. Dump laws.

Is it too late to plan a party?

That's what I wondered to myself, as I walked through the door of my home. I think my mother wasn't home. But she sure as hell was angry. I have a bunch of pised of voicemails from her. I just archived them.

I know who could help me with my party problem! Zada! She was always good with impromtu fiestaz. Quickly I searched for the her number on my call list. It didn't take me long however, I called her all the time.

"Zada! Hey! I know we just had a hell of a day but I just remebered! My birthday is in TWO days!"

I heard nothing but a lound squeal on the other end then the call dropped. I tried calling her back but she didn't answer. It was like her phone died or something after she squealed in it. Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised.

I tossed my phone on the sofa and then plopped down on it. Then my mind thought of Zoey and how she was doing. I knew I just left her but there was stilll some unanswered questions. Like why was she datin Jackson in the first place. And then there is Clay, I didn't like how we left things earlier on today. It made me feel sad.

All of a sudden my phone rang. I wondered who it could be, when I checked the caller ID, and I was surprised to see who's name was on it. Quickly, I answered the phone.