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It was the middle of English class and I was playing a game on my phone, not paying attention to what was going on around. I found the game a whole lot more interesting, since we also never did anything in that class, only did assignments on workbooks that I had already completed long before.
On a normal occasion, when I was bored in class, I would constantly be completing workbooks exercises far ahead, since it seemed to be my favorite activity.
"Angela, and what did you do last night?"
Perhaps it was the reason that I was too focused on the game that I responded with the most stubborn answer. "Oh. I watched porn."
The whole class went quiet, heads turning in my direction. And I heard a few stifle a laugh.
A couple of seconds later, the answer registered in my mind.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "I meant Prom. Yeah, it's a movie. I totally mixed up the words."
"Of course you did," the thirty-year-old woman spoke.
For the rest of the lesson, I was slumped against the desk, groaning in protest at my answer, the one which I had bluntly said. It was the definition of humiliation, which had laced every vein inside.
Hours later, I found myself with Cierra at a local café. And for the past couple of minutes, I had spotted the hidden glances she had been stealing my way. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Cierra flicked her dark brown hair behind her shoulder, which was in a ponytail. "What was that about? In English? What you watched last night?"
"I told you, it was just a spelling mistake."
"Oh, please. I know you. And this is not a freaking spelling mistake. This was just an answer that you blurted out and are now making out to have been a mistake, but I know the truth. And the truth is that you totally watched it."
"Alright. And so what if I did? It is not as if it is illegal. I am a basic teenager who can watch whatever she wants."
"True." Cierra quirked an eyebrow. "So why did you watch it?"
"Why do I need to have a reason? It was basic interest. I was just curious. I have watched that shit for a few times before. And I was also bored. These are my reasons."
My best friend shook her head, milky brown eyes twinkling with laughter. "No. I know you had a reason. A specific cause for watching it. And okay, it may have something to do with these reasons, but these are not the one. Now tell me the truth."
I did not wish to admit it since I had trouble admitting it to myself. "I am telling the truth!"
"Are you getting bored of Nathan? Is this the case? Is your bae boring you? Is he not good enough at sex?"
My cheeks heated up at her words. "N-No. I mean I wouldn't know if he was... shit."
Cierra's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait! You and Nathan haven't-"
"No, we haven't."
"Have you done any other dirty deed?"
I shook my head, biting down on my lip. "N-No. Nothing."
Cierra leaned back in her seat, barking out a laugh. "Damn, lover boy has you hooked. The dude has you on a leash. The little virgin sure knows how to keep it. I am honestly impressed."
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