***CH7***
She walked in and stood in the middle of the room, her eyes wandering around as if looking for something.
"We do encourage students to decorate their rooms to their liking. We want them to feel at home." She turned to me and lifted her hand, beckoning me towards her. I slowly walked to her and took her hand. "I know you're going to have a hard adjustment here, Bella."
I looked up at her and calmed instantly. No longer was the stern looking authoritarian from earlier. In front of me was a caretaker, guardian, and mom. The look on my face must have given something away because Esme quickly cradled me in her arms and gave me a gentle squeeze.
"Oh my dear little Bella," Esme sighed, stroking my hair. "I have always understood why your father decided to step away from this life. To be able to raise a child outside of this world, and have them experience everything a child should, is a dream to all parents. But when you don't live in our circles you miss out on certain expectations. We expect our girls to have already experienced a lot before coming here, and it makes this so much harder to say."
My breath hitched as I slowly pulled away from Esme.
"What do you mean by certain expectations?" I whispered.
Esme took my hand and led me to my bed where we both sat down.
"Bella, a majority of the girls who come here are -," she trailed off and almost looked like she was trying to find the right words.
"Are?" I pushed.
"Are, for a lack of a better word, experienced already." She finished firmly, patting my hand.
Experienced?
"You mean these girls already own a, um… pink box?" I whispered, still mortified of the offending box that was right underneath us.
Esme just laughed and shook her head.
"No, my dear, experienced in the sense that they have already lost their virginity.
"Oh," I sighed, and then realized what she was trying to get at. I shot off the bed and started pacing the room. "Oh God. Oh God, I'm going to have my cherry popped in a room full of socialites. I'm going to throw up, I swear I am."
"Bella please," Esme cooed, standing up and taking my hands. "I had a feeling your mother didn't talk to you about how to prepare for this. I'm just relieved you weren't kept completely in the dark."
I stared at her wide eyed. "How did you know?"
She cupped my face and softly smiled. "The look of pure terror on your face when we were going over the items."
"W—what do I do, Mrs. Cullen?" I stammered, squeezing her hands. "I promised my father that I would stay, and I want to stay, but I don't think I can handle losing my virginity to a room full of strangers."
Esme led me back to the bed and wrapped her arm around me. "Well, you have two options. One, we can take you down to the medical ward and give you something similar to a gynecological exam, and they'd break your hymen."
"They?" I muttered.
"Mr. Cullen and a nurse."
I gasped and shook my head. The idea of my headmaster doing something like that to me almost made me gag.
"Option two would be me getting your partner and having him come up here and you two working it out."
I gave her the best 'You Have Got To Be Kidding Me' look. "You mean have sex."
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes."