Stolen Virtue

Loser

Chapter 3

 "Really, Juliet. Are you really gonna make me study on a Saturday night?" Sanity was looking at me like I just dropped from space or something. I rolled my eyes at her and pushed her homework book in front of her.

 "You told your mom you were coming over to study, so that's what we are gonna do."

 She grabbed the book, buried her face in it and groaned. "You are such a buzz kill. We must be the only teenagers in the world who study on a Saturday night."

 As if to prove her point, my sister Jenny walked in, wearing a super cute, black skinny jeans and her black lace bra.

 "Hey Jewels, can I borrow that cute pink top that our step-monster gave to you?"

 "Sure, it's in the back of the closet. Where are you off to?"

 Jenny was already going through my closet when she answered. "Oh, a group of us are gonna go to the movies. Wanna come?"

 She got the top and put it on. Looking in the mirror, adjusting her boobs.

 "Ah, no thank you. I've got to study. Does mom know?"

 Jenny turned to face me, rolling her eyes. "You're such a Nerd and of course mom knows."

 She started to leave, but turned back, "How about you, San? Wanna ditch the nerd and come have some fun?"

 Sanity actually looked torn. After a while, she sighed dramatically, "I really, really want to, but I can't. Your sister can be really mean when she wants to, and if I leave she will never speak to me again. So go, have fun for the both of us."

 Jenny laughed, "Ok, see yah losers." with that she left the room.

 "Have you decided what you're gonna wear to the school fundraiser on Friday?" Sanity asked, pretending to study.

 I laughed, "You can stop pretending to study now. You've been on that page for the last half hour and to answer your question. No, I haven't because I'm not going."  

 She sat up, closing her book. "What do you mean you're not going? I need you there Juliet, you're my wing-girl." Her wing-girl, really.

 I rolled my eyes at her, then turned my attention back to my book. "Nope, not gonna happen, last time I was your 'wing-girl' you ended up with that jerk Billy Newton."

 Sanity gasped when she heard Billy's name. I sat back up feeling like crap.

 "I'm so sorry San, I know you don't like to be reminded of Billy."

 She put on a brave face and smile, "It's ok, that was a long time ago, and I've put that all behind me now. But you're still coming with me to the dance, even if I have to tie up and drag you there."

 I ignored her and continued with my studying. Me, going to the school fundraiser, so not gonna happen.    

 We study for another two hours; then Sanity had to go. Her parents wanted her back at home, to baby-sit her little sister, while they go hunt down her other little sister, who had snuck out of the house to go to a party. I finished off the rest of my work, then lay on the bed wondering why Sanity's parents were so strict.

 Well, since Sanity turned 18 a month ago, they have been giving her a little more freedom. However, before that, her curfew was 10 pm, no later. She was only allowed to go out in groups, never alone. Sanity always followed the rules her parents set. Unlike her 16-year-old sister, Purity, who always breaks them.

 I know what you're thinking. Who in their right mind would name their daughters Sanity and Purity, and let's not forget the other sister, 6-year-old Clarity. And I thought my mom was weird, naming two of her kids with M and the other two with J. And whenever she wanted to call on us, she would shout, MJs, instead of using our full names.