I'm Not a Virgin

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by Sasha_Sparkles

by Sasha_Sparkles

I'm Not a Virgin

At seven on the dot, Troian arrived at Lucy's house. She got our of her car, grabbed her giant overnight bag, and went up to Lucy's front porch. She rang the doorbell, and looked at all the decorations on the big front picture window while she waited. There was a pretty flower made up of a pattern of beads. Below that, was a smily face, yellow beads outlined the black eyes and smiling mouth.

Lucy opened the door and Troian took a step back, startled. "Are you okay?" Lucy asked.

"Um, yeah," Troian said, catching her breath. Troian stepped in, and Lucy looked at her strangely. "What?" Troian asked.

"Did you send me a text earlier?" Lucy finally asked.

"Um, no. I don't think so," Troian said. She hadn't really texted anyone at all that day. "Why?"

Lucy shrugged. "Just wondering."

A few minutes later Ashley arrived, and than after that Shay.

"Where's Sasha?" Troian finally asked.

Ashley shrugged. "I asked her if she wanted to go to the King James with me this afternoon, but she said she had stuff to do."

Troian thought about that for a moment. Was Sasha just being Sasha. Or was it something... different?

"So, should we just start without Sasha?" Lucy wondered.

"I don't think we should," Shay said. "If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't even be having this sleepover."

Ashley shrugged. "True, but if she doesn't show up we won't have it either." She paused. "I think we should start now."

"I agree with Ashley," Troian said. Sasha could be bitchy. They should give her a taste of her own medicine.

Lucy shrugged, and didn't say anything. Instead, she opened a bag of Doritos and dumped them into into a bowl.

The girls got busy opening packs of chips, pretzels, gummy bears, cookies, brownies, and bottles of sprite, cola, and dr. Pepper.

Duh duh! Troian's phone bleeped. Troian picked it up, and saw a text.

Lots of people lose things, Troian. And I see you've lost your V- A

"Who was that?" Lucy asked, trying to peek at Troian's phone.

"Just my mom," Troian said, quickly closing her messaging app.

Creak creak groan. Everybody turned to look at the front door. Slowly, it creaked open.