Special Delivery by Reagan Shaw

Author:Reagan Shaw [Shaw, Reagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Erika

Erika – Aged 17

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After an entire period of scribbling “Noah Cox” all over my sketchpad in art, I’d come to the conclusion that my love-hate crush had gotten totally out of control. Thankfully, we had an hour of PE to wipe thoughts of him from my mind.

I tucked the pad against my chest and strode down the hall toward the girls’ changing room, Jessie at my side. “Dude, are you sure you’re, like, OK? You’re acting really strange today.”

“Just had some stuff on my mind, I guess,” I said, “um, I—my partner in chem was absent today, and I had to carry the load, you know.”

“Ugh, don’t say ‘carry the load,’” Jessie whispered. “If people hear you say that out loud, they’ll think you mean something else. You know, like sexual.” Her eyes were wide and darted from side to side in her skull, checking the coast was clear. “Literally the last thing you need in high school is to be branded a slut. Just ask Nancy Tyler. Nobody will touch her with a ten-foot pole right now.”

I looked down at my modest blouse, my worn backpack straps, and my baggy jeans, then back at her, shifting my glasses up my nose. “Yeah, Jess, I could probably scream I’ve got a cock in either hand and a mouthful of semen, and no one would believe I’d lost my virginity yet.”

Jess, who just happened to be one of the most popular girls in high school and was crushing hardcore on my brother Marc, nodded sagely. “Gross. So gross, but true. You know, I didn’t think of it like that. I guess there are pros to being the class nerd, right?”

“Apart from the potential to get into Ivy League schools, you mean?” I quipped.

She slapped my arm. “You know, for a dork, you’re kinda mean.”

“And that’s exactly why no one’s given me a swirly yet.” Emphasis on the “yet.” There were tons of girls in this school who’d like to give me more than just a swirly. Probably the Carrie treatment. I’d avoided it through a kick-ass attitude and my friendship with Jess. She’d blossomed early, and I’d clung to my mousiness for way longer.

We worked as besties, and that was all that mattered to me.

Finally, we entered the changing room and put down our bags. I shoved my books into it, then headed for the locker I’d been assigned at the beginning of the school year. Naturally, it was right next to Nancy Tyler’s—aforementioned pro-ho and total bitch-bag in chief. She gave me the side-eye but ignored me after and made a huge show of stripping down to her underwear in front of all the girls.

Naturally, they were lacy, a matching bra and thong, and she strutted around showing off, even though lacey underwear was officially against the dress code.

I stripped down to my modest white cotton bikinis and matching bra, keeping my gaze fixed on the pictures of the pyramids and Egypt plastered along the inside of my locker door.

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