Lovefool

But I Think You Do

Hey Lovefool,

This is sort of a spin off of another question. My new boyfriend wants to know who all I've kissed and dated and stuff. Do I have to tell him? 

 Embarrassed Virgin

Dear Embarrassed Virgin,

That's a difficult answer to answer. If it were me, I'd tell him because I think honesty is the best policy at all times. Think of it this way, wouldn't you rather know something up front than always wondering about it in the back of your mind? If you don't answer, that will only lead to him questioning more (AKA fights) or his thinking that you have something to hide. Just a thought.

Remember, don't be a fool for love. That's my job.

Lovefool

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The clanging of the metal lockers slamming shut and jarring open filled the early morning void of the Summit High School's halls.

Mavis stared into the mirror affixed to the locker door, lathering on another layer of Paris Pink MAC lipstick. "Think this is a good color for senior pictures?" Her mouth formed a pout to accentuate the obvious.

After a quick twist of the dial on the lock, I turned to my best friend. "What are you going to wear?"

Mavis took a step back, fluttering her hands over the bodice of her skin-tight black dress. "Duh?"

"That's what you're wearing?" I asked. When I went for my senior pictures, I stayed ultra casual; jeans, cropped sage green sweater, and hiking boots. Entirely low-key and under the radar. Just like today.

She narrowed her dark eyes. "What's wrong with—"

"Good morning, Harry," Tanner interrupted our "girl talk" by walking up behind me.

"Harry?" Mavis mouthed while Tanner's back faced away from her. Her eyes spread wide and kept skipping between Tanner and myself. In all the hoopla since Monday, I had notably omitted the sociology class project from any and all of our talks for precisely this reason.

I rolled my eyes, conveying two answers. I'd talk to Mavis about it later was one. The second, inferred my irritation with Tanner this early in the morning.

A quick shifting on my heels had me heading in the opposite direction toward my first hour AP chemistry class. Rushing and shuffling footsteps hurried after me. 

"Hold up."  Mavis threaded an arm through mine and tugged me to an abrupt stop. "What's the rush? We still have another..." Her eyes glanced at her phone. "Five minutes until the bell rings."

"Okay, and?" I stole a quick peek over my shoulder at Tanner. Sadly, he was catching up to me as well.

My best friend shot me that annoying duh look and leaned close. "And? And? You're kidding me, right? Why didn't you tell me about you and." She paused in time to address him. "Tanner."

"Meg, right?" he asked.

Mavis sucked her bottom lip and adopted a hand propped at the hip stance. "It's Mavis, actually."

Tanner tipped his head back, feigning exasperation at his blunder. "That's right. Sorry, I'm not good with names."

"Or people," I murmured.

His left eyebrow lifted. "Did you say something, Harry?"

"Nope." I tucked my books closer to my chest to make room for the endless stream of fellow students heading to their classes. "Did you need something?"