The Second Virginity of Suzy Green - By Sara Hantz Page 0,3
I assume she’s talking about.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Well keep clear. That’s Janey North and one of her entourage.”
“Why?” I whisper back.
She looks perfectly okay to me. And to be honest I wouldn’t call her hair skanky, I quite like it. Not that I can tell what it’s like down as she’s tied it up.
“It’s not that they belong to any official clubs, or anything. But, as my mother would say, ‘not our kind of people’. If you get what I mean.”
Oh yes, I more than get what she means.
“Gotya.” I reply.
“Tarts,” says Lulu, clearly not caring about being overheard.
The other girls giggle, and the boys shuffle uncomfortably in their seats—at least I think that’s what they’re doing, if it’s not—well, let’s not go there. Meantime, I sit there not sure how to respond to this Janey North revelation. If I laugh they’ll think I’m a bitch as I don’t even know anything about this girl and her friends. And if I try and stand up for them (though, why would I?) they’ll think I’m one of them. And even if I was once, which is debateable, I’m certainly not now. Nor do I intend to be.
“Oh right. Thanks for letting me know.” Hopefully that response did the trick, not too interested and not too dismissive. “Tell me about the clubs. Any in particular I should join? Or not join?” I glance around the table.
Rachel meets my gaze then reaches into her bag, which is hanging from the back of her chair and looks remarkably like the three hundred dollar one I was drooling over last week and Mom refused to buy me because ‘no-one in their right mind would pay that much for a school bag’, and pulls out a glossy leaflet.
“Here,” she says handing it to me. “This is where we all hang out.”
Chapter Two
“A what?” screams Maddie down the phone.
“A Virginity Club.” I reply, trying extra specially hard to stop giggling. This is, after all, serious business. “You know, where everyone pledges to stay a virgin until they get married. You must have heard of them.”
I make it sound like they’re everywhere, but to be honest when Rachel gave me the leaflet my reaction was much the same as Maddie’s is now.
“Of course I’ve heard of them. Just never thought one would cross my path.” She pauses a moment. “Geez, I can’t believe you’re joining a Virginity Club.”
She laughs so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. Not that I’m surprised. I mean, me and a Virginity Club is hardly a match made in heaven.
“I didn’t say I was joining.”
“It sounded like it to me. You’re so funny, this beats the staple-gun incident hands down.”
“That was an accident, and you know it. Although I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it, after the rumors she spread. Anyway, all I’ve agreed to do is go to the meeting and see what it’s all about.”
“Why?”
“Because everyone belongs. Apart from the school tarts, and a few geeks, and—well, there are lots of members.” I think. I don’t actually know how widespread membership is, but I won’t mention that for the moment.
“And now you. I know you want to turn over a new leaf after everything that happened, and I fully back you; but really, this is going too far.”
Maybe she’s right, but I don’t care. It’s too important for me not to take every opportunity to be one of the in crowd and achieve my goal.
“I told you, I’m just going to look. And don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it. All I know so far is it’s called ‘Wait for Love’.”
“Wait for Love?” She makes loud vomit noises. “That name is so awful it’s not funny.”
“I know. I felt like reaching for the bucket myself when I heard it. But it’s only a name. I’m going to go with an open mind and then decide.”
“Look, I hate to burst your bubble. But aren’t you forgetting something?”
I drop down onto my bed and lean against the headboard, crossing my legs underneath me.
“And it’s taken you this long to mention it.” I laugh. “You’re definitely slipping Maddie. Most definitely slipping.”
“Well?”
“Well, I know that technically I don’t qualify for membership, but—”
“Technically? What do you mean technically? Is there any other way to qualify? You’re either a virgin or you’re not. And you my friend are not.”
“There’s no need to put it quite like that. What I meant to say was, although I might not be a virgin I’ve only