Little Rooms

Chapter 2

Joe Martin had me pinned on the meeting room couch. We were the first to arrive for our weekly student government get-together. It would be at least 10 minutes before anyone else bothered to show up.

I knew Joe was being silly, but it's still kind of scary being stuck under a big guy, with arms as solid as lead and a body twice as long. He threatened to tickle me.

Joe reached his hand down to my side, where I was sure to catch on fire with psychotic laughter at the mere flick of his man fingers. A devilish grin spread across his face.

"You just said it, Miss Edwards, and now you'll pay!" His fingers dug into my side, and I cackled like a hyena. The school office was right next door, and I was sure the dried-up fig ladies working behind the wall could hear. They probably thought we were messing around, and talked among themselves about how kids today — kids like us — were always screwing whenever, wherever possible. I was sure Joe wouldn't mind having that kind of reputation.

He finally stopped and I was able to break free and roll onto the floor, my tailbone hitting the ground with a THUD.

"Shit, that hurts!" I hobbled to my knees and scooted away from him.

He sat back on the couch laughing. "Nicky, you're so easy to get. I need more of a challenge. Maybe we should hold a special election for a new vice president."

I stood up, my hands on my hips.

"How the hell is a five-foot-three-inch girl supposed to stand up to a six-foot-three-inch guy?" My mind briefly considered how, no matter the height differences between a man and a woman, their bodies always seemed to line up when the moment was right. Funny how that worked.

"With your body, you can get any guy to do anything you want, Nicky. Don't let a little thing like height get in your way." Joe's cryptic message went in one ear and out the other as I grabbed a pillow and went to town bashing his head in. It was no use, and soon I was back under him.

"How did you do that?" I asked, out of breath and ready to give up. Someone would surely arrive soon.

"I used my body. And speaking of bodies, yours fits pretty nicely under mine." He surveyed me from top to bottom before lowering himself just above me, a threat to place his giant frame on mine. It brought back lightning thoughts of the first time I had sex.

It was with Kevin Horton, who I secretly nicknamed Horny Horton the Hockey Player. He was a burly guy who lived with two sticks in his hand — one for hockey, and the other for stabbing anything female. Unfortunately, that meant me. I was under the influence of what I thought was love, and so I found myself under Horny Horton's full body weight one night, in the middle of a soccer field. It seemed impossible to move and enjoy anything about the moment under his excess weight. I got grass up my twat and couldn't walk upright for two days. Kevin thought our soccer field tryst would get him more sex, but I kept saying no. When he broke up with me, I was glad to see the end of hovering male bodies hovering above my own.

The door opened and Jessica walked into the room, oblivious to my dilemma. She didn't give two shits. After all, she thought I should've been dating Joe by now. It was like her goal in life to get me with him, to perfect her pseudo-matchmaking skills and lay claim to being the one "who got the cutest couple in school together."

"You guys look so sweet."

She plopped down in a chair and opened her calorie counting book. Jessica kept track of everything she ate in a Hello Kitty notebook. Fat grams. Carbs. Protein. She could eyeball a toast triangle and tell you its nutrition percentages without flicking an eyelash. Of course, all this obsession with weight and appearance kept her in the bathroom a lot. Purge-o-rama.