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toward the
private room at the back where the meeting is taking place. Guy holds the door
open and I walk in front of him into the room, where I come to an abrupt halt.
    Holy crap.
    Take me home
now. The room is packed. As in so full it’s standing room only. There’s got to
be way over fifty kids here probably closer to a hundred. All sitting in rows
on wooden seats and facing a small stage at the front. Where’s this low key
affair Lori promised?
    “You okay?” Guy
whispers in my ear.
    Okay, as in will
I get over the shivers racing up and down my spine caused by his closeness? Or
okay as in there’s no way on earth I’m pledging anything in front of this
amount of people?
    I swallow hard.
“I’m not sure. I didn’t expect to see so many here.” I lean back against the
wall, welcoming the feel of its support. Guy stands next to me on one side and
Lori, Rachel and Jana on the other.
    “It’s a great turnout,”
Guy says. “We don’t normally have this many. I think it’s because we’ve been
giving out leaflets at St Bartholomew’s School. I recognize some of them from
there.”
    He must really
be into this virgin stuff if he goes around trying to convert other students.
Though I suppose convert isn’t the right word. You can’t convert from not being
a virgin to being a virgin. Apart from in special cases, obviously.
    “So that means
there’ll be a lot of people pledging tonight then.”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    That won’t be so
bad then, because I can hide behind someone else and no-one will be able to
spot the guilty look on my face. That’s if I decide to take the pledge. I
really haven’t decided yet. And that’s the truth. Though I must admit to being
swayed by Guy.
    “Hi everyone,”
says a man standing on the stage, who Guy tells me is Jamie the President.
    Something else I
couldn’t believe. The club is run by a full committee with elections, fund
raising and all those other things committees do. Not that I’ve ever been on a
committee before. Or belonged to a club for that matter. I couldn’t see the
attraction, despite Rosie’s attempts to convince me otherwise. Still, that’s in
the past. I’m open to anything now. Sort of.
    “Good to see you
all. Sorry there aren’t enough chairs. We’ll fix that for the next meeting.
Okay, hands up the new people.”
    Standing where
we are I get a full view of everyone putting up their hands and so gingerly put
mine up too. I am not comfortable with all this.
    “It’s great to
have you here at ‘Wait For Love’. Where we believe in staying pure until we
take those sacred marriage vows.”
    What? Lori said
it wasn’t religious. But ‘sacred’ and ‘pure’ sure ring religious bells with me.
Not that I’m against religion per se. But I’m finding it so hard, since Rosie’s
death, to come to terms with a God who could take away someone so perfect in
the prime of their life.
    “No one is
twisting your arm,” Jamie continues. “But just know that if you take the pledge
tonight you will be a better person because of it.”
    So what does
that make all the people who don’t pledge? Bad people?
    “Because it’s
all about respect,” Jamie adds, after what seems like a well timed pause.
Clearly done for effect. I wonder if he’s had theatrical training. He certainly
gestures like an actor. And I know he’s not still at school. Unless he’s got
that premature aging disease.
    “Respecting
yourself and others respecting you.”
    I lean to the
side and whisper into Lori’s ear. “Who is Jamie exactly? Apart from being the
Pres.”
    “He’s a youth
worker with the church,” she replies turning so I can see her face and, more to
the point, her eyes which are bright and shining. Oh no. She’s got it bad for
Jamie. It’s written all over her face. “He’s cute. Don’t you think?”
    Um, in a word.
No. Creepy would be a far better description from what I’ve seen so far. I
don’t mean creepy looking. He’s dressed okay, and quite