How to Lose One's Virginity

A Party I Will Never Forget

Part 4: A Party I Will Never Forget

Nothing really happened after lunch. The last of my subjects, History, Math, and Foreign Language (French was mine) past by pretty quick. We did nothing during the two former while Mr. Rutherberg decided to have a pop quiz, which I thought was stupid, but he explained that the score of each individual will equate to a spray of water on him from a small water gun he provided. I was happy to even get to squirt him once out of the possible five times I could’ve. It was pretty satisfying to watch him be squirted by the nerds, 6 of them, four to five times each.

After the final bell rang, students rejoiced, and seniors ran like mad-men around the campus. Class was supposed to end an hour later, but it was just a free period for everyone anyway.

I was walking to the parking lot when...

“Hi John~.” Emma appeared out of God knows where, making me jump slightly.

“Hey Emma.” I turned to her, stopping in my tracks to not ignore her, but I really just wanted to.

Emma Harth was the type of girl that any guy would kill to be with, but personally, I’d rather kill myself if I were to even talk to her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’3”, typical white girl one might judge. Let me list some extra things.

Petite hourglass figure? Check. She makes sure to show that off by wearing rather tight-fitting clothes.

Heavy make-up? Check. This is the reason she’s late every single day since she must put in 15 minutes into her routine.

Intellect and common sense? Blank. She complains about studying but cries when she fails a test. I’m not sure if she really cries because she failed a test or she’s just showing up to guys that she’s “human”, but I’m not falling for that façade.

Bitch? Check. She treats all the girls at school as stepping stones, her posse included. I don’t even understand why they still hang with her. I’m pretty sure they all got yelled at by her at least twice. Popularity ladder reasons? My little group was pretty high on the ladder without even trying.

Slut? Biggest check you can find. I swear, she’s let the whole football team, like, 15 of them, in her pants and some other guys she deemed worthy.

And the worst might you ask? She had this huge crush on me. Ever since middle school might I add. Like Dan, she followed me into this high school.

I still remember her braces, glasses, and the denim overalls she wore. I still don’t understand why the universe put us together in every class. She’d give me creepy glances from time-to-time during class that gave me shivers (the bad kind) and stalk me when I hung-out with Dan, Kim and some other middle school friends I never saw again. That also crept them out. I still can’t believe what puberty did to her over the summer of 8th grade.

Then again, look what happened to me. My bangs used to fall onto my forehead to cover up the slight case of acne I had there. Now, I always have them up.

“I was just thinking about this...” She drawled on.

“Thinking about what? I asked, a slight tinge of annoyance evident in my voice.

“About things.”

I’m pretty sure ‘my eyebrows knitted themselves together’ was an understatement. I was confused out of my mind until she continued.

“We aren’t people, animals, or food,” oh God, I think I know where this is going. “bagay tayo.”

Oh.

My.

God.

I just wanted to cup my face at her pronunciation. I just wonder how people can even get that wrong; I was thankful my circle of friends could say stuff from my mother’s country right.