Chapter 12
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Shantelle's POV
Well, it looks like yet another guy has decided to dump me and I just don't understand it. I'm not like other women, I am not promiscuous and I definitely don't put out on the first date. Hell, I don't believe in putting out at all unless there is a wedding ring on my finger. My maternal grandmother raised me and my younger brother after my mother was killed in a car accident when I was 10, and one of the values that she drilled into my head was that I did not give up my virginity until I was married. I must say that I am pretty strong because all throughout high school and college, I've been ridiculed for my "old fashioned beliefs". But nonetheless, I've remained steadfast in holding on to my virginity. My determination to hold on to my virginity until marriage can be compared to a selfish child who refuses to share her toys. But as I get older, it seems that these beliefs have gained me nothing but rejection, a cold bed and a lot of lonely nights in front of the television.
The last guy I was dating named Reginald, told me that he was tired of waiting and that no one waits until marriage to have sex and that I was a prude. Excuse me? A prude? One thing that I am not is a damn prude and from the looks of me, I definitely do not look like a "prude". I am 5'6, and 130 lbs and my measurements are 42-26-40. I have a caramel complexion with long dark brown hair, light brown eyes with full heart shaped lips. People often compare my looks to that of Beyonce. So it's not like I am unattractive and can't have sex with anyone, it's just that I choose not to. When I give myself to someone, it's gonna be as a married woman.
As I sit here in front of the television, watching another episode of "Scandal", the door opens, it's my half sister Angel coming home from her job as an ICU nurse at the local hospital. Angel and I are half sisters on my father's side. Although we were not raised together, we are as close as sisters can be and I can even say that we are best friends.
"Girl…" Angel says, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. "Why are you being a couch potato? I thought you and Reginald were going to the House of Blues and dinner tonight?" She notices that my long hair is pulled back into a ponytail and I am clad in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, a stark contrast from my usual well groomed appearance. That's when I drop the bombshell….
"Reginald dumped me", I sigh sadly.
"Say what? But why?" Angel asks, unable to believe what she has just heard.
"Because I'm a prude, according to him", I reply using air quotes to emphasize my point.
"A prude?" Angel asks, puzzled. "What the hell does he mean by that?"
At that point, my anger gave way to tears which erupted into hiccupping sobs….
"He…he called me a prude because I wasn't giving up the pussy without being married ", I cried leaning on my half sister's shoulder.
"Girl…FUCK him", Angel fumed. "If he so damn stupid and blind to see that you are not a thot, but a beautiful and honorable queen, then he don't deserve you any damn way!"
Just then the doorbell rings….
TBC