It was ten forty-seven p.m., and I could hear Darrin and Sasha lovemaking from two floors up.
It bothered me that I had a brother who screwed his girlfriend at age fourteen. They had been dating for almost five months now—definitely Darrin’s record by far—but I had lost count of how many times they’d been up like this. I wouldn’t be surprised—nobody would, actually—if Sasha got pregnant because of Darrin.
I remembered when Cody Spentz had challenged Cori and I to have sex, and then we’d both refused at the same time. But that was during school. That was with Cody Spentz in the room.
I wanted to. At a time, I had wanted to.
Laying on my bed, fully clothed, I wondered if Darrin and Sasha were hippies from the past. Make love, not war.
It was ten forty-eight p.m.
I pulled out my phone, typed in a number, and said, Hey, this is Cris Domnall.
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Looking At Us
Teen Fiction❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
