Speak for Yourself :Chapter 8

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The next morning, the world seemed the same but everything was different. I tried to pretend my life was the same as it was a week ago, I put on the same jeans I usually wear, the same type of band t-shirt, and tennis shoes. If the last two days hadn't occurred, I would have thought this was a regular morning. Myla was saying she'd be ready in five minutes, which really meant ten minutes, and we'd be off.

However, unlike most mornings when Myla and I get into the car she says,

"You can't do that thing you do every morning if we're both going to try harder"

I scrunch up my eyebrows.

"What? What thing do I do?"

Myla gives me an exasperated look.

"Come on, you can't just shut down and not talk to me like you usually do or throw an argument over the music," Myla says.

I raise one of my eyebrows.

"First of all, you're the one who always argues over the music,and second of all," I pause. My raises one of her eyebrows back at me as if to say 'see '

 "Okay," I say.

Myla gives me a small smirk. It's as if I've gotten finished one section of the puzzle in connecting with my sister. So I say to my sister,

"I just want to say I'm sorry about the whole thing about the slutshaming again. Are girls really giving you that hard of a time by being all PDA with Jack right?"

Myla's whole body tenses and her shoulders shoot up to her ears.

"I probably shouldn't have said anything but yeah, almost everyone knows we've had sex because we've told our closest friends and they told their closest friends and so on. It's upsetting cause, I've only had sex with one guy, and I'm labeled a slut because I like him and I like having sex with him a lot," Myla says with one long breath. Myla closes her eyes tightly and then quickly opens them as if she is trying to wake herself from a bad dream.

"Oh, I didn't know that," I mutter.

"Yeah, it sucks but let's not dwell on that, you never got to explain to me how you got home yesterday and why you left me to wait for an hour."

Oh how the turned tables.

"Oh that," I say with a weak laugh.

"Yeah, that," Myla says while looking at me dead on. "Where were you?"

"You promise not to tell anyone?" I ask.

Myla scrunches her eyebrows together, but ultimately nods to my response.

"Okay, so I went to tutor Cody after school to tutor him for AP Chem, but turns out he's actually pretty decent at chem. So, then we start talking and then he kisses me --"

I then start to scream because Myla has arbitrarily slammed her foot onto the brakes.

"WHAT?" Myla says, while she puts the car into park on the side of the street.

I give her a confused look, but continue with my story.

"Yeah, so as I was saying, so then I got home. Anyways I'm really sorry."

I neglect to tell her about the love potion thing because then she will definitely think I'm insane. I'd rather not have Myla think I'm coocoo for once after I just started to talk to her after six years.

"NO, not that! I mean he kissed you!" Myla shrieks while staring at me wide-eyed.

"Oh yeah, I don't think it really meant anything," I say while looking out the window.

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