The STD Trace

18. P is for Partner, I is for In, C is for Crime

“No.” I slammed the bathroom door closed.

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The car ride to school was awkward because Maggie was in the backseat and she kept giving accusatory looks as if to prevent Winston and I from attacking each other in the car or something. Yeah, I was totally going to stick my tongue in his mouth while I was operating the vehicle because I live on the edge and I couldn’t wait till later to have him. Children these days, they never understand anything like they think they do.

I pulled up to her school and stopped the car. “You have stretching today at six, don’t forget,” I reminded her.

She nodded and stepped out of the car. “Use protection, don’t forget,” she mocked and then she ran up the school steps to join Alden.

 I mumbled a string of profanities about that devil and drove to school. Great, the virgin protesters are back at it again. Winston stared at them through the windshield and then shook his head, getting out of the car. I followed him out, pushing through the crowd.

“Careful, Hannah, or Ryder will have to save you again.” Porter winked at me from the hood of the car he was perched on. I balled my hand into a fist and headed for him. He was going to pay, and there would be no need for someone to come to my aid this time. His eyes grew wide with mock fear.

Winston put his arm out, stopping me. “Allow me.” He bounded up to Porter and punched him in the face. Porter fell off of the car and brought a hand to his nose, groaning. “Who is going to save her?” he asked.

“No one man, jeez!” Porter crawled into a sitting position.

“Glad that is now clear.” Winston cracked his knuckles and then laced his hand with mine.

“That was so hot,” I admitted. Winston was now like my little hero, that hot hunk that goes around and makes it his duty to save me every now and then. It was better than a tattoo, I’ll say that much. He laughed and gave me a light peck on the lips.

The virgin protesters were a mob around the front doors of the school and I was not in the mood to make another inspirational speech. I peered my head around the group of people and found Christina rolling her eyes and scrolling through her IPhone. She was probably tweeting about this. Violet was among the crowd, snapping photo after photo. I shook my head, the girl was a diehard journalist, I had to give her that much at least.

“We can and will be better than the whores at this school!” a familiar voice screamed over the crowd and I looked up to find the girl from the video that Omunique showed me. What. The. Hell?

She was prettier up close now that I was getting a better look at her. Her bangs were blonde and frayed, the rest of her hair a gorgeous honey brown that fell in perfect waves down her back. Her eyes were a shocking hazel and her lips were a perfect pout. Her bottom lip was pierced and her wardrobe consisted of skinny jeans and a band tee. She was freaking gorgeous. I would think she had better things to do.

Christina heaved a sigh and then pushed her way to the center of the crowd. “Shut up you pathetic little virgins! Oh, you’re so cute and innocent because you don’t put out, well bravo!” She started clapping and all of the non-virgins joined in. “You want attention, is that what you want? Then there you have it, I’m giving it to you. Now sit down and shut up, enjoy the cookies.” She smiled.

The girl looked over at Christina and smiled back. “Out of all the sluts in this school, you’re number one on the list. How about you sit down and shut up before I tell everyone how many people you have slept with.”

Christina’s face paled. She actually showed an emotion on that perfect evil face of hers. “Why can’t you just be normal like everyone else?” she snapped back.