The Babysitter

Graduation

Samantha

We pulled our tops off revealing our breasts and the police officers stepped back.

NOBODY talked about the baby. Not Mitch, Charlie, my mom or dad, or anyone from school. They never mentioned a word. It's probably for the better. People like to talk a lot. But they never said anything to my face.

After the party thing, I became a hell-of-a-lot more popular. Everybody knew my name. Which is kinda crazy. People call my name in the halls now just to say hey. I'm what conventionalist would call popular. Me? It was pretty friggin' sweet. Don't get me wrong, there was some bad from it. Like the Proxy Boys. The boys that think they can just get laid cause they know your name.

"Hey, Sammy, what's up?" Derek says behind me.

I shut my locker doors and turn around. Derek strolls over, brushing the invisible dirt off his Letterman. Behind him are more Varsity players.

"Oh hey, what's up?" I exaggerate and stretch my voice into the squeaky soprano range. It almost annoys me. I sound like one of those love-at-first-sight girls that fall for attention rather than the guy or any meritable qualities he possesses if any at all.

"What's up? We should hang out, that's what's up," Derek says subtly licking his salivating chops as he places his arm around me.

"Oh Chance, you're so sweet!" I say loud enough for my voice to fill the hallway.

"It's Derek," he corrects, blushing now and removing his arm.

"Well, Denis-" I start.

"Derek," he corrects this time with more force behind it.

"David, Donald, who gives a shit right?" I say. A circle has formed around us now and you can hear the audible gasps and chuckles passing between onlookers. "Here's the thing, Danny, we both know why you're suddenly talking to me for the first time in our entire academic history, which I would like to preface has been the same since grade school," I say and he starts shrinking. "You think I'm gonna suck you off," I say and the crowd gasps, "You think I'm just gonna jump your bones because you know my name?" He steps back, now trapped by the circle of carnivores awaiting the slaughter. "Really?"

"You're a slut," he says, "why not?" The crowd cheers.

"Yeah, Dudley, I am. I masturbate, just like you. I like sex, just like you. I like full kisses that electrify your soul, charging every atom inside your body as if each one were alive and suddenly your senses become so fantastically aware that time stops and you can feel every thought. I also like in the ass, just like you," I say and the crowd explodes with laughter.

Derek turns and pushes through the rowdy crowd as fast as he can. I kinda felt bad for the guy truth be told. Some people are gonna say that it's shallow but being desired feels good, whatever the motivation.

I'm immediately swarmed by girls. "How do I get off?" "What's it feel like?" "Is that really how kissing makes you feel?" Question after question. The girls follow me all the way to the homeroom and I physically have to pull the door closed.

I sat in at my desk thinking about the girls and everything that had been happening. It's what lead us here, marching on town hall and ripping our shirts off.

"Free the top, free the top" the girls chant as they march holding signs and posters. I rallied a bunch of seniors to march on town hall and demand change. We walked in a large circle in downtown Puyallup. Three trucks pull uploaded with Varsity football players including Derek. They pile out and run to us. They brought their own signs and start chanting. I guess the scene I made worked.