Keeping The 'V'

Chapter 3 - Sex In A Pair Of Shorts

Our next stop was a tacky store filled with low cut tops, slutty dresses, tiny shorts and too short skirts. They had a wall of men's over in a corner and I spotted a boy from my maths class, Eric. He was tall and muscly with blonde hair and hard blue eyes. I didn't really speak to him much. Emma shoved a handful of things in my face.

" Try these on, try these on!" She practically yelled over the music. " They'll suit you perfectly."

" But I don't have anywhere to wear them." I protested.

" Of course you do! Mark just invited us to a party this weekend. That guy Eric over there is holding it and his house is massive. Everyone is gonna be there! Come on." She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to him.

" Hey Eric!" Emma yelled. He turned around and smiled at us.

" Ladies. How can I help you?" Emma nudged me in the back. Seriously, she was the one dragging me over here now she wanted me to talk.

" We heard you were having a party, so we're here to tell you that we'll make an appearance."

" Perfect! Having the last virgin standing there should boost the numbers." he winked at me.

" I'll call you if I feel like shaking things up." I laughed.

" I'll be waiting. Saturday at mine. 9 till whenever. BYO drinks."

" Sweet. We'll be there." I waved and headed to the change rooms.

After trying on multiple outfits suitable for a lady of the night, I settled on a very revealing black crop top and sparkly gold booty shorts. It was very slutty and not my usual style but this party was my time to shine and Emma insisted that I looked 'like sex in a pair of shorts'.

I checked my phone at we left the store. Detention started in ten minutes, and it was a good eight minute walk back to school, even at a brisk pace.

" I've gotta run. Literally. I need to be back at school for detention. I'll call you about the party!" I called to Emma as I started jogging down the path towards school. I was glad I hadn't bought my bag with me.

I made it to school with a good three minutes remaining. I found Casey slumped at her locker on her phone.

" Took you long enough." She huffed, checking her watch." I've been waiting here forever."

" Forever seems very short. Only seven minutes." I said, showing her the text she sent me seven minutes ago saying she was here.

" Shut up and let's go. Well be late."

.~.

The teacher taking detention was an old balding man who didn't let us talk. He sat at the desk the whole forty five minutes correcting tests and eating three soggy sandwiches containing an unidentifiable filling. After an eternity he dismissed us and we were free to go home.

By the time I reached home my mum had already started dinner. Lasagna by the looks of it.

" How was school, Hun?" She didn't look up from the bench where she was adding layers of meat and pasta.

" Alright. Got an after school."

" Stupid teachers. Don't know a good kid when they see one." My mum was pretty relaxed and care free, most of the time. Our relationship was not strong and we argued a lot. Sometimes she took things a bit too far. It had started when my father left when I was five. My mum had just had another kid and he took themselves away to Europe. Apparently I had a younger sister.

" Dinner will be ready soon." She snapped me out of my day dream. " Do you have homework or something?"

" Uh yeah." Taking any excuse I had I scampered to my room. I didn't really have homework.

I texted Toby- Video chat?

He replied- sure online now.

I opened up my Apple Mac and logged in to video chat. A few seconds later Toby face appeared on screen. He looked like he had just returned from football training. He was slumped in his chair dressed in his warm up shirt and was red faced. His usually springy curls lay limp on his head, a sure sign he had worked hard. He had a small smear of dirt under his left eye.

" You got a little something." I pointed to my cheek.

" Thanks." He licked his fingers and scrubbed at his face. Only it made it worse. He was just smearing the dirt with his hand all over his left side.

" Better?" He asked when he had finished. I struggled to contain my laughter.

" Sure." I failed at keeping a straight face and chuckled into my hand.

" It's worse, isn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer and got up in search of a mirror.

A minute later he return cleaner then he left.

" Now where were we. Heard you and Nathaniel had a little incident down town today." He smirked.

" I swear gossip gets around St Abbeys faster than Kim Kardashians nudes ."

" Funny that. So what exactly happened? I've heard rumours."

" What kind if rumours?" I cringed.

" Things you probably don't want to hear." He scratched the back of his head. I cringed again. The muffled voice of his mum, Deb, came from my speakers. Something about a shower.

" Duty calls." He shrugged and smiled before blowing me a kiss and closeing his laptop.

" Dinners ready!" My own mother called. I got the suspicious feeling that our mothers had just got off the phone after conspiring how to get us away from the computer.

" Coming!" I yelled back. I closed my laptop and made my way back to the kitchen.

" Mum, where's the food?" There was obviously no food on the bench.

" It's still in the oven. It'll be a few more minutes." I sighed and returned to my room. Why did she test my trust like that? I open up my laptop again. A few seconds later Nathaniel's face appeared on screen.

" Holy shit!" I squealed and slammed it shut again. I quickly shut it down and returned to the kitchen.

" Dinners still not ready." My mum said.

" I... Uh, thought I would help serve." I stuttered.

" How nice. Thank you Kat." I waited a few minutes before I was forced to retrieve the lasagna from the oven and dish up while my mum sat on the couch and watch ' My Kitchen Rules'.

I took careful steps towards the lounge room, being careful not to spill anything. Dinner was silent apart from mums occasional outbursts of rage towards the contestants on tv.

" This show is rigged! That food looks horrible." She still watched, despite composing about how rubbish it was. After a almost excruciating thirty minutes I retaliated back to my room. I opened my laptop inch by inch until I was sure no wild Nathaniel's would appear again.

Thankfully none did and I logged out of video chat. I was just in the process of logging into YouTube when my phone buzzed.

' Log back in2 chat. wanna c ur pretty face ;)' from Nathaniel, no doubt. It was no surprise he had my number.

Feeling exhausted from the days events, I got into my pj's and hoped into bed, falling asleep within minutes of my head touching the pillow.