anyone else?
I turned on the TV.
I could trust him. He asked, and didn’t force me to do anything. I had my bra on, no worse than a bikini top.
I could have said no.
Was he looking at it now? Was he pleading with his sister to keep a secret? If she knew I was there, would she assume we had had sex? Would he tell our friends? Show them the picture?
I didn’t sleep.
That Sunday I waited for him to text me. Nothing. More tossing and turning that night.
This morning, after first period I went to my locker, hoping to meet Bobby. Steve passed me as I turned the combination to my lock.
“Nice nail polish!” I rolled my eyes at him. Steve never paid much attention to me. Even after she turned him down, I had caught Steve checking Simona out. Then I heard my name called to the office on the intercom. I was alarmed. Was Mom ok? Why wasn’t Simona called at the same time? What had I done? Nothing. I caught Simona’s eye at the opposite end of the locker area and put my hands out as office. The secretary making copies looked at me and gestured towards the principal’s office. I walked in and closed the door.
Ms. Ducharme, the principal, looked at me with a stale countenance that suggested lack of patience. Sitting at her desk was a police officer.