The day after Quinn had sex, she called me. She said we had to have an emergency meeting at the Starbucks down the block from our school.
When I got there, she gave me details. I was kinda revolted. I mean, my best friend, who is, might I add, only fifteen years old is not a virgin anymore.
"Who was it?" I asked eagerly, yet skeptically. She seemed reluctant to answer. "Ummm... You have to promise not to be mad," My heart sank. I knew it was Damien. "Damien," she whispered. I gripped onto my cup of coffee. "Quinn, you knew I liked him," I said slowly. "And that's not even the worst part!" I had raised my voice. "You are only fifteen! You can't have this kind of guilt and burden hanging over your head! Did you even wear a condom?" I was now yelling, and had made a scene. I looked at Quinn. She was sinking in her seat with her coffee in her mitten-covered hands. I stormed out of the coffee house.
The sight of Quinn wearing the mittens made me cringe. It reminded me of when we were so young, second or third grade, and we didn't even have these thoughts on our mind. We just threw snowballs and built snowmen and rode on sleds down the steepest of hills. Now all of that was taken away from her.
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The Bystander
Novela JuvenilUntil high school, Simone was just a normal girl. She was popular, good at sports, and could sing. And when I say sing, I mean REALLY sing. She pursued her dreams of going to high school with her best friend, Quinn. People called them the "dynamic d...
