The Virgin Chronicles – Part III
Rose left school in a daze, a good one. Everything seemed on track, perfect even in the universe.
The birds sang a beautiful melody, the cars moved at the right pace. The clouds seemed to be shaped into giant hearts and the Barbie pack glares seemed to be joyful smiles, Rose's way. Everything was perfect.
The world crashed down when Rose realized she doesn't even know how to 'date'. How to dress or how to act! She might have been smart when it came to chemistry, algebra and school in general yet dating? She reminded herself that it was normal, she was only in the eight grade, kids her age don't date. Not often anyways.
Even Lissa, the prettiest girl Rose knew never been on a date. However, people were getting older, and hormones ran a muck at that age. At least that is what Rose once read in a magazine. Lissa will most likely get her first date soon, she already developed breast. Small ones, but boobs are boobs. Rose on the other hand was pretty full when it came to breast, hers were bigger than Lissa's yet with her extra fat most people didn't notice that Rose was more developed than the other girls. Rose barely noticed.
Rose ran to the store on her way home, grabbed every girlish magazine she could find. Even sports illustrated for good measure. The cashier gave her a odd look before paying and Rose stuffed the magazines in her backpack and walked home. Her mother was in the kitchen sipping on some drink and reading a book.
"Welcome home baby." Rose's mother said and got up and hugged her daughter, kissed her forehead leaving a lipstick mark and walked back to the stool she sat on. "Want any after-school snack?" Janine asked. Rose shook her head and dashed up the stairs into her room and spilled all the contents of her backpack on the floor. Homework, pencils and some snacks were stashed in the pack, she ignored all and got the magazine, threw them on her bed and 'studied'.
Five hours later Rose knew everything in the every day 'sexy woman'. She went to her mother's room and got some clothes, her mom was a short women and some clothes actually fit Rose. She got tight clothes, and a girdle that hide some extra fat and a tight shirt and a short jean skirt. Rose rummaged through her mother's make-up, did her lips, eyelashes and everything else to hide her new pimples and imperfections.
Looking in the mirror Rose thought she looked sexy. Rose didn't really know that it wasn't sexy, it was slutty. Rose thought that she looked like a fatter smaller version of her mother. With the make-up, clothes and the heels. "I look pretty." She whispered to her reflection. She smiled and dodged her mom to head out to the movies.
The street seemed to be bussing with life, the stars hung overhead and seemed to be dancing to the music the street musician was playing. Rose danced to it along with strangers, waiting for Adrian and dropped a few bills in the hat.
Even the wait is fun, Rose thought.
Soon the wait turned into excitement to anxiety. The small crowd that assembled for the music left, even the musician. The cars seemed to be endless, going by two by two. Did Adrian even drive? He was in high school right? Her thoughts soon turned into fears as the minutes passed.
Twelve midnight hit, all the movies were done and the workers were cleaning up and locking the door, Rose felt her heart break.
He stood me up. Rose thought bitterly.
"It's my fault." She said wiping her tears. "I just wasn't good enough."