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to him on the couch to see if I could still fit into the curve of his arm.

10
    Sex Scene
     
    I thought no one would know it was me, except I was trailing Mademoiselle like a second spirit.
    I decided not to be myself for the party at Luke’s house. Sometimes I had to be boring to stay alive. My goal was to blend, so before I left to meet Angela at our old elementary school playground, I put on a pair of jeans and one of Ray’s grey sweaters, which I took out of the dryer.
    Angela was sitting on a swing and smiled when I approached because she’d managed to get one of the drunks who sleep on the ramp outside the liquor store to go in and buy her a mickey of vodka. Usually, they run off with your money or drink the booze before they get out of the store.
    “I didn’t even have to flash him,” she said, her cheeks red from too much blush and the cold. She passed me the bottle, and I took a quick shot.
    “I’m nervous,” I said.
    “What’s to be nervous about?” she asked, but she didn’t really care. She pulled out her compact and put on more blush.
    “Because I never go to parties. I’m not suicidal.”
    “Relax,” she said, and I could tell she was irritated because all she cared about was getting laid by the teen dream and having everyone know it.
    “The guys in this town are bad enough with just blood in their veins,” I said, “never mind beer. I’m going to end up the next Matthew Shepard!”
    “You wish you were that famous.”
    “Do I look okay?”
    She looked at me for the first time.
    “You look like … ” She snapped her compact shut, searching for the word.
    “Like?”
    “A boy.”
    “I know,” I sighed. “I feel like I should actually pee standing up.”
    “Kiss me,” Angela suddenly demanded, smacking her wet, puffy vodka lips.
    “What?”
    “Kiss me. With tongue.”
    “What did you take from your mom’s pharmacy, and why aren’t you sharing?”
    “I’m serious. Kiss me.”
    “No! I don’t want to catch lip herpes.”
    “I don’t have lip herpes.”
    “Jonathan Hampton?”
    “That was a zit.”
    “I need a mint.”
    “You’ll taste good,” she laughed. “You’ll taste like vodka.”
    “Do I really look like that much of a dude?”
    “It’s not because of how you look! I just need to know if I’m good at it.”
    “I’m sure your dad taught you well.”
    “Fuck you. Kiss me. I just want to make sure I’m good at it.”
    “Of course you’re good at it. Amongst other things. It says so in every stall in the boys’ room.”
    “I really like Trey, I think he could be more than just, like, you know, some thing. I think he could really be something.”
    “I’m sure his girlfriend agrees completely.”
    “She’s a tramp. She has bigger boobs than me, but that’s just because she’s on the pill. Please?”
    “Okay, fine,” I shrugged. “Why not?”
    I turned to face her, and we were about to do it, but I hesitated. “I’ve never kissed a girl,” I said.
    “Oh, as if! You kiss yourself in the mirror every day.” She laughed and grabbed the back of my head. Before I knew it, lipstick and vodka were smeared on my lips, and her tongue was tied around mine.
    “So?” She asked when we pulled away.
    “You kiss like in the movies,” I said, and she seemed satisfied. But it wasn’t a compliment.
    Angela kissed like she had to.
    We left the schoolyard and walked to the party, passing the vodka bottle back and forth. When we arrived at Luke’s house, Angela stopped at the front door and started talking to a couple of guys who were smoking on the steps. I crossed my arms because I thought that if I didn’t, I’d jump out of my skin. I looked inside; there were so many people I could barely see past the welcome mat. Angela took my arm, and because she was jail-bait in a tube-top, the crowd parted like the Red Sea for Moses.
    I spotted Luke right away. He was standing with a group of people making a pyramid out of beer cans on the kitchen counter. When