ABOUT: A short story about an lonely asexual girl living somewhere between the 1950-1970's trying to attempt to be like everyone else regardless of how stupid or dangerous. Written somewhere around 2016, edited 2018
CHAPTER ONE: THE DRIVE IN
The movie started and the remaining cars with their headlights on, turned off. Rick looked at me with hungry eyes and since I desperately wanted to grow up, stared back. His rough, cold hands slowly glided up my bare legs giving me goosebumps, making my heart thump harder every inch he came closer and closer. Scared, I grabbed his wrist tightly, putting him off guard. A new unfamiliar look sparkled in his eyes. This was new for him. He scoffed. "Ah, come on, Margaret. You know I would never hurt you."
"I know, I'm just-"
"You know how much you mean to me."
I paused glancing down somehow feeling disappointed for letting him down. I didn't want to look up and see the cheap disappointment on his face when that ultimately could be easily fixed with a shake from the diner.
I knew very well what Rick enjoyed doing on weekend nights, and how much I actually meant to him. "You know how much you mean to me" He loved reciting the second we began dating and a quote that was popular in the school hallways out the mouths of his previous famous one-week girlfriends. I knew Rick's intentions from the moment he walked up to me with a friendly smile after ignoring me for years. I knew if you changed "you" with "sex" or "body" in anything he told me throughout the days of being together, it wouldn't make any difference. For him, they all meant the same thing, but still, I liked him.
I loved hearing his honeyed voice calling my name after school, the non-stop attention he gave me throughout the week, that he called me, me his girl, me, without hesitation.
"I'm not sure if I can." I said.
"Come on. Of course you can," He said. "You're...so...capable." His voice trailed as he grabbed my left cheek with his cold hands, pulling my lips closer to his while simultaneously sliding his other hand up my skirt before the names of the actors even appeared on the screen in front of us.
All the girls I knew already lived or dreamed of this night. A nice drive-in and a smooch of guy you're sweet on, or even the most grooviest guy in your school, but even with Rick's cold hands up my undergarments and his tongue making movement in my mouth, I felt nothing.
I was numb.
