Lizzie Brooke McGuire stepped into the dark bedroom. She knew she had
to do this, but she didn't want to. But Miranda had done it. Parker had
done it. Every girl in school had done it. And the most popular girls, Kate
and Claire had done it. And didn't Lizzie want to be popular? The pressure
of high school was increasing, and nothing was the same as junior high.
Every girl was considered "cool" if they slept with a boy. So why didn't
Lizzie want to?
"I have to do this," Lizzie whispered. "I have to." Ethan Craft turned
around.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie! Look who's looking hott!" He stepped up to
her and pulled off her tank top. Before she knew it, they were both naked
in bed.
Lizzie felt so uncomfortable as Ethan scanned her body. She tried to
remember what Miranda had said. "Lizzie, it's like magic," Miranda had
said. "When I had sex with Andy, it was great." But to Lizzie, it was not
great. She felt lost, lost in a world full of confusion. She was still only
fifteen, yet she had already lost her virginity. How great was that?
After about fifteen minutes of lust, she got up from the bed. "Where
ya goin' Lizzie?" Ethan asked. "Home," she yelled.
She raced down stairs, past all the high schoolers making out and
drinking, and headed on home. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know
who to talk to. Miranda wouldn't understand why she didn't like sex. Her
parents wouldn't understand why she had sex. She tried to imagine their
faces if they knew she had made love. Ashamed faces. Lizzie didn't want to
see that. She just wanted to lock herself in her room and stay there. And
that was exactly what she did.
She sank on her bed and cried her heart out. She ever so wished that
her best friend Gordo was there. But he wasn't. Gordo had moved away a year
ago. Lizzie tried to think of Gordo, but thoughts of Ethan spread
throughout her mind. Nothing would ever be the same. Everything had
changed. Pictures of Ethan's undressed body flashed through her mind,
images of them having sex. Lizzie couldn't take it. What would she do? "I
just have to forget about it," she breathed. "I just have to forget about
it."