The Second Virginity of Suzy Green Read Online Free

many seventeen-year-olds are there who have a mother phoning
their school? All I can hope for is no-one gets to hear about it.
    “Well, please
don’t phone again. I promise next time I’ll tell you when anything happens.”
When it’s something I don’t mind her knowing.
    I’m not sure
whether I’ll mention going to the VC meeting tomorrow night. She might start
asking awkward questions. I wanted to go to the meeting two weeks ago, but
couldn’t because it was Dad’s birthday and it’s always been tradition on
birthdays for us all to go to the movies, birthday person chooses the movie, and
then out for a pizza. I’ll admit there were times in the past when I tried to
get out of it, unsuccessfully I might add, but I wouldn’t try that now.
Especially as it was his first birthday since Rosie died.
    “We only want
the best for you, love. Sending you to this school seems to be turning out
really well.” She reaches over and touches me gently on the arm. Now I feel
guilty big time. I’m all they have, so of course they want me to do well. And I
won’t disappoint. Not like in the past.
    ***
    I tear into
Starbucks, praying they haven’t left already. What is it with me? With the best
intentions in the world, I’m always late. There’s inevitably something
conspiring against me—nine times out of ten it’s my hair. Maddie always used to
tell me to meet her half an hour earlier than I needed to. And she thought I
didn’t know.
    And tonight was
a double whammy. Not only did I have my hair to contend with but finding
something to wear was a challenge of the highest order. I mean, what does one
wear to a virginity club? Clearly not ripped black jeans with studs and a
Nirvana t-shirt. My eyes are drawn to the dark brown pants and green shirt I’m
wearing. As my mother said when I left: ‘very neat and tidy, dear.’ Neat and
tidy!
    I drag my
thoughts back to tonight. If Lori and Rachel have already gone then I’m going
back home. No way am I going on my own. Absolutely not. I scan the place and
see them sitting at a table by the window. Phew.
    They don’t look
happy, though. I bet they’ve been talking about me being late, probably
regretting asking me to come tonight. Even though Lori doesn’t have to mentor
me any more they’re still sort of including me in things they do. By that I
mean if they see me in the cafeteria they ask me to join them. And I was asked
over to Jana’s house last week after school. Of course, it does help that Lori
and I now have all our classes together because of the AP classes I’m in. And
she often sits next to me. So, I guess I’m on the fringes of the in crowd.
    Lori catches
sight of me and waves. I start to walk toward them but before I manage even a
couple of steps they get up and head in my direction.
    “So sorry,” I
say once they’re in earshot. “I had a hell of a time with my hair.” At least
they haven’t heard that excuse thousands of times before, so hopefully they’ll
be more understanding than my old friends. Not that it’s a lie. It took me ages
to straighten it, which wasn’t helped by me forgetting to switch the
straightener on once I’d plugged it in.
    “It looks cool,”
Rachel says. “I wish I had hair like yours. It’s so thick and bouncy. And you
can do so much with it. Mine,” she curls her bottom lip as she slides her fingers
through her awesome blond, to die for, hair, “is so fine I can’t do anything
other than this.”
    Sure. And if I’d
been drinking the caramel frappuccino I’ve been looking forward to all afternoon
and which I’m clearly going to have to forgo, I’d have choked on it. I’m
learning fast that Rachel is full of self deprecating crap which she indulges
in just to get other people to contradict her. I mean, really. This girl is
tall, slim with cleavage, and a face that wouldn’t look out of place on the
front of Cosmo.
    “Come on,” Lori
says impatiently, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. “We’re meant to