Chapter 2: Foot Wrestling

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'The woman was held at gunpoint while the other 2 men...'

"What are you doing home early? Are you okay?" Dad was watching TV when I came home from Nicki's. We were supposed to go out, and let dad and Claire spend some time alone. Besides, Nicki and I hadn't been able to hangout all week because of school.

"Troy came back to Newyork. So Nicki had to go to dinner with them." I said pouring a glass of water. Troy was her soon-to-be stepdad.

"I'm about to watch a movie. You wanna join me?" He asked. Which was clearly a lie. He hates movies. Always had. And he was watching the news. It was only getting to the part about stocks and all that. My dad was an investment banker. I don't even know what that is.

"I have to sleep. Have an early day tommorow." I didn't wait for a reply. I just waltzed into my room. They were giving us sex-ed before classes started. I didn't even want to imagine what that was going to be like.

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I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm. I wasn't a heavy sleeper (thank god!), so it never took much to wake me up.

Quickly putting on a white blouse and khaki pants, I went down for some breakfast. Claire had already set up the table and prepared everything. Dad had already left, and it was just claire and me.

"Do you need money?" Claire asked after what felt like a thousand days.

"I have my card." I told her dismissively. But obviously, she could never take a hint.

"Oh. How was school?"

"I don't know. I'm late."

"Bye." I ignored her. Rude, i know.

Ever been late to a class and had to make a grand late entrance? Well most of us had done that.

Ever walked into a sex-ed class late? I've got to have the worst luck to do that.
The teacher was holding out a banana and a condom when I burst into the gym. Naturally, everyone started laughing.

I rolled my eyes and sat down next to a red haired girl, who looked pretty cool. And looked like a total jerk at the same time. She was wearing sunglasses indoors. Jerk 101.

"Hi." I said as I sat down. She took her bags immediately, letting me take the spot exactly next to her.

"They have been doing this since we were freshmen. Every year we have to listen to this crap. Who in their right minds wouldn't know how to put a condom on?" She said chewing gum. Okay, just a bit more talkative than I would have thought.

"Apparently her." I whispered to her after a few seconds. She was playing with her phone, so she hadn't noticed the teacher fumbing with it.

"What the..." she said it loud enough for everyone to hear, just as the teacher accidentally broke the banana in half. And again, everyone started laughing.

"I think I just felt that twist." Someone jumped over to the seat next to me. It was Jaime. And I scoffed.

"I'm sure someone had already done that to you." I said. It was the first time Jaime and I were having an actual conversation since the first day of school.

"Oh please. This old thing is still healthy as new." He stretched his hands to either sides and looked down at his crotch. I did what I could do best. Slapped his chest. Not like it would hurt him, but the king of drama held his hand on his chest and started faking.

"My heart. You're breaking my heart Texas." He said leaning a little bit closer.

"Then I guess you'll just have to find someone to fix it for you." I said equally dramatically.

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