a/n: ack ily guys, I wanted to get this out sooner but I decided to finish the next chapter first.
chapter two will be soon, then. I just have to do the third which I'm excited about c:
by the way, all of the chapters are probably going to be like this length unless I feel like making them longer
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Like a Virgin
chapter one
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Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Massie; virgin extraordinaire.
Okay, okay, that probably wasn't the greatest way to introduce myself-especially given that usually the ever-so-proper Massie Elizabeth Block would say it with elegance and grace, most likely adding her town in there somewhere and a snobbish laugh. Then, she would sprinkle in a stuck up catchphrase of some sort. The end result: "Hello, my darlings, I'm Massie Elizabeth Block. My father is the CEO of one of the world's top energy providers and it's your pleasure to meet me. Hoh-hoh-hoh."
Gee, was I really that bitchy two months ago? Oh well. My therapist has been helping me a lot recently in finding myself and pushing away the snotty-rich-girl persona [though somehow she can't manage to rid me of my pesky virginity]. Believe me, I am so over that lifestyle. And can anyone really blame me?
Whatever.
I suppose you can guess from my previous statements that I am, in fact, a virgin. Maybe it doesn't seem too bad to you middle class folks-oh god, I'm really sorry,I didn't mean it-but this is a complete emergency. I mean, a senior in high school [not just any high school; Briarwood Academy] that hasn't had sex? That's just unheard of around here.
Then there's this beyond idiotic holiday along with it. I swear, if I see one more candy gram, I am going to pull out my hair. And trust me when I say that Jakkob will lose his head if he has to reattach my perfect, chocolate brown locks to my head. Besides, ouch!
That reminds me, I need to see if Dyl texted me the deets about her spa getaway this weekend.
Looking down, I pick up my phone and unlock it.
No.
Freaking.
Messages.
Wow. This whole virginity thing has totally taken a toll on my social life.
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The one thing I hate more than Valentine's day: School.
During class, my teacher drones on and on about quadratic equations or whatever and the whole time, I'm just sitting there like-
Why am I here?
This is pointless.
My daddy could literally buy my way through this class.
No, Massie. You're a new person. You don't need your daddy-ahem-father to buy you out of education.
But I waaaaaaaaant toooooo.
No. You're grounded. Go to your room.
We're in class, stupid.
And then I feel dumb for mentally arguing with my conscience. This whole 'change' thing will be harder than I thought...
Anyway.
After class, I'm walking down the hallway when suddenly I bump into this guy. But not just any guy. The hottest guy in school [I'm pretty sure]. His hotness makes everyone else look like...cold things.
Shut up. My mind blanked.
Hmm, I don't know what his name is... But he's veryvery yummy, what with his dark mop of hair, his heart-melting mismatched eyes, his endearing smile...Excuse me while I swoon.
My virgin instincts: fall on top of the guy.
So, of course, I inconspicuously launch myself onto him.
Unfortunately, I use too much force and we both fall down in the middle of a crowded hallway. With me on top of him. I mean, I guess that was the plan, but it doesn't make it any less awkward.
"Oh, I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz. Totally tripped on this kid's pencil." Please don't look to see there's no pencil. Please. Don't. Look, I silently beg.
"No, it's fine." He grins, sliding out from under me before I could get a good whiff of him and helping me to my feet. I casually flick some imaginary dirt off of my radiant orchid [color of the year he-llo] skirt, fluttering my eyelashes in the most flirtatious way conceivable. We stand there, blinking at each other for a few minutes before he finally says, "Um...bye?"
And then he just
Walks.
Away.
God damn it.
"I didn't get your name!" I call after him. When he doesn't turn around, I blurt, "I'm Massie! My number is 555-0347! Call me!"
Now, if you'll excuse me, its time to smack myself for being such an idiot.