Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“She’s a big girl. Let her figure it out,” Matt said to me, pulling me toward the chairs his dad had set around the bonfire.
“Dibs on the red chair!” Tyler jumped into the chair I was just about to take, leaving me nowhere to sit.
“You don’t care that Heather’s in the barn with Isaac?” I asked Tyler.
He popped the top to a Dr. Pepper. “We’re not really together. She can do what she wants.”
“Come here,” Matt said, pulling me onto his lap. “I can’t wait for everyone to leave,” he whispered in my ear as I stared at the flames. “I think we should take a drive. Are you in?”
My gaze shifted to the left, searching for Heather or Isaac.
“Sarah?”
“Hmm?” I turned my head toward Matt.
“Did you hear me?”
“Sorry. What?”
“Do you want to go for a drive when everyone leaves?” He cupped his hand over his mouth at my ear. “I have more condoms.”
Sex. He was suggesting sex. A second attempt.
Yes. I wanted to have sex. And with him, of course. Who else would I have wanted to have sex with?
“Okay.” I smiled, leaning the back of my head against his shoulder while returning my attention to the direction of the barn.
Ten minutes passed.
Twenty minutes passed.
My anxiety hit a boiling point. “I’m going to check on Heather,” I said, resting my hands on Matt’s thighs to stand.
He nodded without taking his attention off Tyler as they chatted about their next baseball game.
Isaac had already impregnated one girl; surely, he would not make the same mistake again. But there was a lot they could do that didn’t involve actual sex. Or maybe he carried a condom on him at all times, having learned his lesson.
To my relief, they weren’t in the barn. It was getting dark, but as I approached, I could see Isaac leaning against the side of it, puffing on a cigarette. He offered it to Heather, and she took it.
“Heather Renee Goeff!” I yelled like her mother.
She quickly handed it back to Isaac and took a step away from him. “Sarah, you scared me.” Heather pressed her hand to her chest. “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing? Please tell me you weren’t going to put that cancer stick in your mouth.”
“Jeez, Sarah. I was going to take one puff. So what? I’m an adult.”
It irritated me that she was using the adult card. That was my play.
“I’m going with Isaac to a late movie. If my parents ask, will you say I was with you?”
I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face when Isaac exhaled the smoke. “No. I’m not lying.”
“Sarah, come on. I’d do it for you.”
“Yeah, Sarahhh.” Isaac smirked. “If you cover for Heather, I won’t tell your parents that I bought Matty his own box of condoms.”
Heather’s eyes bugged out as she covered her mouth.
I didn’t know who I was most upset with—Heather for her willingness to run off with a virtual stranger who was six years older than her, Matt for asking his brother to buy him condoms as if he wasn’t old enough to do it himself, or Isaac for messing with everyone around me.
Never mind. With one glance in his direction, I knew the answer.
“Heather, why don’t you meet me in my truck? It’s the red one.” He handed her the last third of his cigarette. “Don’t get caught.” He winked.
Heather took the cigarette like it was a million-dollar coin with endless possibilities. But I knew that she just wanted to wrap her lips around something that Isaac had wrapped his around.
“My parents won’t ask, but if they do, you have my back. Right?” Heather eyed me.
I sighed and returned a slight nod. Of course, I had her back.
She smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.”
After she was up the hill and out of sight, I shifted my attention to Isaac. “I’d appreciate you not trying to get my friend hooked on something that could kill her.”
“Does she like butter on her popcorn?”
“Leave her alone.” I planted my fists on my hips, stepped into his space, and tipped my chin up.
Isaac’s lips twitched. “Careful. I might decide to touch something that’s not mine.”
I held my ground, narrowing my eyes—calling his bluff.
“I told him to make you come first,” he said.
I couldn’t have hid my reaction had my life depended on it. But instead of a blush, the blood drained from my face. Sex was still “doing it.” The penis was a “thingy.” And orgasms weren’t part of any discussion I’d had with friends. Maybe nobody was having them.
“As for you, I’d say you should fake it. Make Matty feel like a god his first time. Not your god, of course. Unless that’s what does it for you.”
Why was Isaac the third wheel in my relationship with Matt? Why would Matt confide in the one person who belittled him for no good reason?