The Anti-Virginity Pact by Katie Wismer

Author:Katie Wismer [Wismer, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ahimsa Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

15

On Wednesday morning, the world is purple and the rain is unrelenting. I walk into school at my normal time, surrounded by other students hurrying into the buildings, huddled beneath their rain jackets because everyone’s too cool to use an umbrella.

My Converses slosh in the puddles, soaking my socks. I pull up the hood of my sweatshirt to try and deflect some of the water from my eyes, but by the time I make it inside, I’m soaked. The tile floors are slick and streaked with mud.

As I make my way to my locker, the hairs on the back of my neck begin to prickle. I glance up from my usual vantage point—the floor—and notice all of the eyes on me.

The underclassmen glance over their shoulders and look away as soon as we make eye contact, giggling. The seniors stare without shame, some whispering to friends and bursting into laughter. One of my hands flies to my face on instinct, checking to see if there’s something there, but if Thomas Anderson hardly got any attention when he forgot to put his pants back on after gym class last week, I don’t think some leftover toothpaste would create this much of a reaction.

Two members of the Pretty Committee approach in matching red rain boots and long black jackets, their arms linked at the elbow. As they near, they separate from each other so they can pass me on both sides. As they do, they each mutter slut under their breath, then hook their arms back together once they reach the other side, giggling to each other.

I whip around and watch as they keep walking. Was that directed at me?

I glance over to see a pod of football guys leaned against a drinking fountain across the hall, smirking. One of them presses the button, and water shoots from the faucet. “Thirsty, Meredith?” he asks.

I stare at them. Their faces are vaguely familiar, but I don’t know any of their names. Which means they definitely shouldn’t know mine. And why would I be thirsty? I have a water bottle—

Oh my God.

They can’t be talking about—

They couldn’t possibly—

I turn and speed-walk the rest of the way to my locker to escape, hyperaware of every laugh, every whisper, every word. I turn the corner and freeze. Taped to my locker is a sheet of paper, and it takes me less than two seconds to realize what it is.

The Anti-Virginity Pact is written on the top in large, neat letters, and at the bottom is my signature.

And it’s a photocopy. Which means there are probably more.

Many more.

I rip the sheet from the locker, feeling like I might somehow vomit my own heart out of my chest. I want so badly to sink into myself, to fold in until I disappear altogether.

Or go home and cry. And never leave my bedroom again.

One of the two.

This cannot be happening. With shaking fingers, I manage to put in my combo and pop the locker open, if for nothing else than to hide my head behind the door.

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