Rewriting History
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Alice turns to me with that ‘you haven’t even told your mother’ expression, and I glower right back at her. I usually tell Mom everything, because she’s such a supportive person. It’s just that I don’t think me dating my teacher—eight years my senior—will go down so well.
Just as Alice is about to respond to Mom’s question, I give her a hard shin-kick. The pain forces her front to leap forward, and she spills her drink down her front.
Smirking at her while she’s giving me the death stare, I turn to Mom.
“Mom, I don’t need the distraction. Besides, I’ll have plenty of time for a boyfriend when I go to college.” Technically, that’s true.
***
“So, how’s this teacher you’re fucking? Does he smack you on the ass if you answer a question wrong? Does he slap you with his big cock as punishment for being a naughty girl?” She smirks.
“Ha, you’re funny. I’m not telling you about his cock,” I respond with a laugh, “But I will tell you that the sex is off the freaking chart.”
“God, sex,” she groans. “I can’t even remember what it’s like.”
I laugh at her dramatics. “What happened to screwing every boy in town?” I tease, reaching for my hairbrush.
“What happened is they run out pretty fast,” she grumbles. “I’ve hooked up with a couple of girls though,” she adds, her eyes lighting up.
“What? You’re just telling me this now?” I giggle, shocked.
“Yeah, well, it’s not something I could easily work into the conversation around your constant pining for Mr. Hot Teacher.” She laughs as I slap her on the arm. “But seriously, I’m in an all-girls school. Experimenting was bound to happen. I’m a very sexual person,” she grins.
I laugh, because it’s true. I don’t know anyone more sexual than Alice.
“My friend who’s coming with us? She kissed me a few weeks back.” The words fall out before I can stop them. I feel the heat rising up my neck as her eyes widen.
“You little slut!” she shrieks. “How? When? God, you’re the last person I’d expect to hook up with another chick.”
“It was a little kiss,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “At a party. She was trying to get the attention of a guy, and it worked.”
“Of course it worked—two hot chicks making out. Is she hot?”
“I guess she is,” I mumble.
“Oh my God, you’re sooo red!” She falls on the bed, tears streaking down her cheeks from laughing so hard. “This is gold! My innocent little Jill’s not only fucking her teacher but she tongue-wrestled another chick. I’m so proud of you.”
“Shh,” I cry, laughing as I attempt to smother her with a pillow. “If Mom hears I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Oh, calm down, she’s not gonna hear. Hurry up and let’s go. I need some action tonight.”
***
We spend the next hour getting ready, despite her push for me to hurry.
She chooses a short, flowing dress for me to wear. It’s sexy but it’s also cute, and I top the look off with a pair of sparkly flat sanda
ls. Alice has on tight leather pants with a halter-neck top, totally rocking the biker girl look.
“You look hot.” She grins as I check myself out in the mirror. She grabs my phone and snaps a pic, handing it back to me. “You so need to send Eli a photo.”
I laugh as I forward the photo to him, along with a little note about what he’s missing out on tonight. He responds right away.
Eli: Fuck the party. You know you’ll have more fun with me . . .
I grin, because he’s right, but Alice is here, and although I know she’d desert me, I don’t see nearly enough of her to blow her off tonight. Alice grabs my phone and shrieks as she reads the message. I roll my eyes and snatch the phone back off her, shoving it in my bag.
“Let’s go.”