The plot thickens…I guess I'm putting my own twist on old ideas…But I hope everyone is still enjoying it!

MayRaven

Friday…

Angela stared at Rayanne applying her dark lipstick in the girls' room mirror. She wanted to talk to her about Saturday night. It was suddenly pressing on her that Jordan will be expecting them to attempt sex again. She felt awkward, unsure of how to approach the subject. Rayanne noticed Angela's blank stare.

"What's up Angelica?" she prompted.

"I was just thinking about tomorrow, and like Jordan and me being out together," she said as casually as possible. "My parents are fine with it, which is weird. I just dread having to, you know, have that talk about waiting to, you know, have sex and all."

"Hey, he knew when he took you on this time that you were waiting. So, it's like his problem," she said blotting her lips.

Angela sighed and stared into the grimy sink. "Yeah, I know. I just get nervous. Sometimes I think it would just be easier to give in and get it over with."

"Angela you know that's not what you want," said Rayanne.

"Well, how do I know that? I mean, did Brian go over to your house with the intension of sleeping with you?" Angela asked with a touch of sarcasm.

Rayanne snorted. "Maybe, how should I know?"

"Fine," Angela said sensing her friend shutting down. "So, what about your first time? Was it worth it?"

"It was like any other I guess," she said digging in her book bag. She pulled out a candy necklace and offered a candy to Angela and she passed.

"So did it like, you know, hurt?" Angela asked in little more than a whisper.

"Well, I guess. I don't really remember and besides the guy I was with was way older than me and totally impatient. I've had better since," Rayanne recalled.

"Was Brian better?" she asked without realizing.

Rayanne gasped in amazement and looked at her friend. "Not that it's any of your business! And why the sudden sick interest in what I do with Krakow?"

"Maybe because none of us knew. Why did you deny it before? Was it weird? I bet he wasn't very good. I mean it's not, like, his fault. He was a virgin and everything after all," Angela babbled.

"Angela, you don't want details, trust me," she advised.

"Not details, exactly. Why not? Why don't I want details?" she pried.

Rayanne shifted and thought a moment. "Because you chose Jordan and it's weird for you to want to know about Brian, isn't it?"

"I guess, I mean, maybe. But I'm still curious. Why didn't you talk to him after?" she really wanted to know.

Rayanne was getting frustrated, but she understood Angela's curiosity. "Look, I know his type. They have sex once and think they're in love. I don't do that, so I ignored him. It was for his own good." She paused and reflected. "As for how it was? I could tell that boy did his homework. I don't think he left anything out," she said seductively.

"Ew, Rayanne! Okay, you were right," she admitted throwing her hands protectively over her ears. "I don't want to hear about it!"

Sharon bumped into Brian and Ricki chatting by Ricki's locker. She politely excused herself and said hello to Ricki.

"How are things with Delia Fisher?" she asked.

Brian, who always thought questions regarding Delia were directed at him responded first. "Terrible. I think she really hates me. I mean, for real."

Ricki smiled and spoke up, "Good, I guess. She's fun to be with, you know." Sharon smiled and said that was good. She frowned at Brian and he furrowed his brows at her.

"You know," she said, " I think I know why Rayanne is avoiding you and, like, not admitting she even, like, knows you. I think that you knocked her up and now she has to keep it a secret until she can, like, get an abortion, or something."

Ricki closed his locker and backed away. Brian's face turned red and grabbed Sharon's sleeve. "If I hear that around school, word of Kyle-- true or not-- will be flying trough these halls by lunch time Monday."

Sharon swallowed and yanked her blouse loose of Brian's grip. "I just thought you should, like, know what I thought," she said flicking her hair and walking away.

Ricki exhaled, "She's not, Brian, trust me. I think I'd know something like that."

Brian took a moment to calm down. Then he had another disconcerting thought. "Ricki, Rayanne didn't even tell you about that night we were together. Who knows what else she could be hiding from you."

Angela and Rayanne were coming out of the second floor girl's room when they almost collided with a very fretful looking Brian. Rayanne did a double take and then tired to walk the other way.

Angela laughed when Brian grabbed her friend by the shoulders , but she quickly grew concerned when he held her against a locker. Other students stopped and watched the drama unfold. Strangely, there wasn't a teacher in sight.

"What are you doing, Brian?" Angela demanded.

"Yeah, let me go, Krakow!" Rayanne yelled.

"I can't let you go. You never stay and talk to me. You just have to tell me. I mean, are you? Just tell me if you are!" he yelled back.

"Are what?" Rayanne didn't have a clue as to what he was asking.

"I can't say it. I can't say it… here, but you know. You know what I mean," he rambled frantically.

"What? Are you insane? Has studying broken your brain?" questioned Rayanne.

"Let her go, Brian," insisted Angela placing a hand on his arm.

Brian reluctantly released Rayanne. She slumped against the locker and stared into Brian's face. She still didn't know what he was asking. "Brian, I'm not on drugs, or booze. I've been staying clean," she said fishing for the answer.

Brian shook his head. That wasn't his concern. "What is it then? Why are you so upset? What could I have possibly done now?"

Brian leaned in and whispered the question in her ear. Rayanne's eyes widened. She hit him hard in the chest.

"NO! I'm not!" she yelled. At least that's what she believed until about five seconds ago when Brian whispered the dreaded question in her ear. Suddenly, Rayanne felt ill and ran back into the girl's bathroom. Angela glared at Brian, then followed.

Angela searched the stalls for her friend. She recognized the grubby sneakers under one of the doors.

"Rayanne, what did he say?" she asked with concern.

Rayanne had her head in her lap. "You can't tell anyone," she said in muffled tones. Angela swore she wouldn't. "Okay, he asked if I was pregnant."

"Oh," said Angela with some confusion. "But you yelled at him that you weren't."

"Not exactly. I yelled for two reasons. I was angry with him and I was actually a bit scared. I said no because that's, like, what you say." Rayanne's voice was starting to sound tearful. "The reality is, I don't know. I never thought about it."

"Oh god," said Angela leaning against the wall for support. "You, like, used protection, right?"

"Of course. And I'm on the pill," said Rayanne through the stall door. "But the pills can make a girl, you know, irregular. So I don't know if I am. What if he's right?" she asked opening the door and looking to her friend for answers. "What if I am and I've only been acting so mean because of, like, some whacked out hormonal thing?"

"Trust me, Rayanne. You're mean all the time for no reason except that you, like, can be," said Angela pulling Rayanne into a hug. "And if it'll make you feel better we can use a test, or something at my house after school."

Rayanne wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Okay, but we are never telling Brian."

Angela promised, "Never."

TBC….