She was cattier, sneakier, and had recently lost her virginity to a senior boy on the baseball team at school. Verity spent her days bragging about it, like it made her special or something. She quickly learnt it didn’t. Jason Masters slept with any girl that paid him attention, and Verity was no different than the hordes that came before her, and would surely come after. After that humiliating experience, Verity turned into a massive whore. Practically having sex with any guy that had a pulse. I’m not even sure that was a requirement sometimes. I don’t even know if she knew her number anymore. I would guess it would be in the high twenties at least. Disgusting, I know.
Throughout the year I turned sixteen, a few guys asked me out for pizza, or to go the movies with them. I always turned them down. It’s not that I didn’t like boys, I did, it just never felt right. In hindsight I realise now that my heart was already taken. I had given it away to a sweet boy on a curb, outside my house when I was nine.
Over the summer before I left to begin my first year of college, I finally finished my physical transformation into womanhood. Thank God, it’d taken long enough. My hips had flared, my legs gotten longer, the occasional pimple, come on admit it, we all get them from time to time, was now a thing of the past. I filled out a large C-cup to small D-cup, and Carmella said I now resemble a 50’s style pinup girl. I didn’t see it, but I suppose she must have been right, because I heard the very same description come from a few boys at school, when I overheard them talking to their friends in the hallways.
More guys than ever before asked me out, or looked my way, where they never had previously. They wolf whistled, made crude comments, and I generally wasn’t going unnoticed anymore. I hated it. It made me feel cheap and used, not that I was, I just felt that way.
I owned a mirror. Don’t get me wrong; I’d spent many hour in front of it, examining myself back, forward, from every angle available. I just didn’t see what everyone else did. My mom told me I was beautiful, Dad told me I was a precious jewel over and over again, other people complimented me, too. Nevertheless, it was impossible for me to recognise what all the hype was about. Sure, I wasn’t a wildebeest, but I was just average in my eyes, and that was okay with me. Average was good. Average equalled staying under the radar undetected, and that was where I liked to be.
Three weeks into the most glorious summer ever, I call it glorious because I would be leaving for college soon, and at the same time, I would finally, be getting away from Verity. Thank fuck for that. A day I never thought would come did indeed occur.
I was on the front lawn of my parent’s house, stretching before I went for my usual mid-morning run. I’d taken up running in my junior year of high school as a way of staying in shape, and also getting the hell away from Verity for an hour or two every day. Trust me, this was imperative for my sanity and her continued survival. Wearing my tight, short, and I mean short, they barely covered my ass, running shorts, and an emerald green racer back Lycra tank, with built in shelf bra, and my Nike sneakers, I looked up, and froze in place mid-stretch.
A gorgeous black Boss 428 had driven up and parked across the street outside Nate’s parents’ house. The rumble of the exhaust, the purr of the engine, and the rugged lines of all American muscle made me shiver. It was a work of art. The first thing that sprung to mind was, ‘Nate would love that car.’ It was his dream car. He’d spoken about being able to afford one and rebuilding it from scratch, when he was older, many times over the years.
Shaking those thoughts off, because let’s face it, I should be well and truly over any thoughts of Nathaniel Burke by now, I went back to stretching until I heard a deep, gravelly voice
Throughout the year I turned sixteen, a few guys asked me out for pizza, or to go the movies with them. I always turned them down. It’s not that I didn’t like boys, I did, it just never felt right. In hindsight I realise now that my heart was already taken. I had given it away to a sweet boy on a curb, outside my house when I was nine.
Over the summer before I left to begin my first year of college, I finally finished my physical transformation into womanhood. Thank God, it’d taken long enough. My hips had flared, my legs gotten longer, the occasional pimple, come on admit it, we all get them from time to time, was now a thing of the past. I filled out a large C-cup to small D-cup, and Carmella said I now resemble a 50’s style pinup girl. I didn’t see it, but I suppose she must have been right, because I heard the very same description come from a few boys at school, when I overheard them talking to their friends in the hallways.
More guys than ever before asked me out, or looked my way, where they never had previously. They wolf whistled, made crude comments, and I generally wasn’t going unnoticed anymore. I hated it. It made me feel cheap and used, not that I was, I just felt that way.
I owned a mirror. Don’t get me wrong; I’d spent many hour in front of it, examining myself back, forward, from every angle available. I just didn’t see what everyone else did. My mom told me I was beautiful, Dad told me I was a precious jewel over and over again, other people complimented me, too. Nevertheless, it was impossible for me to recognise what all the hype was about. Sure, I wasn’t a wildebeest, but I was just average in my eyes, and that was okay with me. Average was good. Average equalled staying under the radar undetected, and that was where I liked to be.
Three weeks into the most glorious summer ever, I call it glorious because I would be leaving for college soon, and at the same time, I would finally, be getting away from Verity. Thank fuck for that. A day I never thought would come did indeed occur.
I was on the front lawn of my parent’s house, stretching before I went for my usual mid-morning run. I’d taken up running in my junior year of high school as a way of staying in shape, and also getting the hell away from Verity for an hour or two every day. Trust me, this was imperative for my sanity and her continued survival. Wearing my tight, short, and I mean short, they barely covered my ass, running shorts, and an emerald green racer back Lycra tank, with built in shelf bra, and my Nike sneakers, I looked up, and froze in place mid-stretch.
A gorgeous black Boss 428 had driven up and parked across the street outside Nate’s parents’ house. The rumble of the exhaust, the purr of the engine, and the rugged lines of all American muscle made me shiver. It was a work of art. The first thing that sprung to mind was, ‘Nate would love that car.’ It was his dream car. He’d spoken about being able to afford one and rebuilding it from scratch, when he was older, many times over the years.
Shaking those thoughts off, because let’s face it, I should be well and truly over any thoughts of Nathaniel Burke by now, I went back to stretching until I heard a deep, gravelly voice
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