you, Bailey.â
I wasnât sure what he meant by âit,â but watching Carly with Went, I had a good idea. âTheyâre doing it, arenât they, Darius?â I whispered.
He shrugged. âIt doesnât mean anything to either of them.â
âHow could sex not mean anything?â I whispered back. I could see Amber straining to hear us.
âSee?â Darius said. âThatâs why he has sex with Carly and not you. It would mean too much to you.â
âThat doesnât make any sense!â I said it too loud. Amberâs eyes got huge, and Dave looked over at us. But Went was too busy talking with Carly to notice.
âMakes perfect sense,â Darius said, like we were talking about math problems. âLook, a guyâs got needs, right?â This time he lowered his voice and leaned down so we were eye level. âAnd youâre a virgin, right?â
I felt my face heat to blood red. âDarius!â
âIâm just saying. Carly supplies that need. You supply the rest. No big deal, girl.â
But it was a big deal. It was a huge deal. I guess I knew in my heart that Carly and Went were . . . I couldnât even say it to myself. Suddenly dizzy, I got up from the table.
âBailey? Are you okay?â Amberâs voice mixed with the buzzing in my head.
âI have to get out of here.â I ran out of the cafeteria, leaving my lunch, leaving Went there . . . with Carly. I couldnât live like that. I couldnât share my boyfriend. And now that I knewâreally knewâwhat was happening, what was I going to do about it?
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When Mom got home from work, she found Adam and me curled into a fetal position on my bed. She sat on the bed with me. âWhatâs the matter, honey?â
I shook my head. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to talk to her. She was my best friend, even more than Amber was.
âYou can talk to me, you know?â she said. âSomething tells me this has to do with Went.â
Tears flooded my cheeks. Poor Adam was wet from the spillage.
âDid he do something to you?â she demanded.
âNo!â I sat up. âHe didnât do something to me. Thatâs just the point.â
She got up and paced the room, then came back to the bed and tugged me to my feet. âCome on, Bailey. I always think better when Iâm saling.â
âYou want to go to a garage sale? Now?â It wasnât even a weekend.
In minutes we were trolling the streets of Millet in search of garage sales. Neither of us said anything about Went for at least fifteen minutes.
âThereâs one!â Mom slammed on the brakes like we were on a safari and had spotted our first tiger. She wheeled into a driveway with a GARAGE SALE sign stuck in the lawn. Nothing was set up outside. The sign looked old, and the garage door was shut.
âMom, theyâre not even open.â
âThey will be.â She shut off the engine and got out.
âIâll wait here.â
âCoward,â she muttered. Mom ran up to the front door and rang the bell.
After a minute the door opened, and a woman appeared. Mom pointed to the sign. The woman shook her head. Mom begged. Finally the woman disappeared inside the house. Mom gave me a thumbs-up sign, and the garage door opened.
In a few minutes she walked out with a giant, gaudy picture frame and a bright yellow wicker shelf that would have been perfect in a hut in the South Pacific.
She waited until we were in the van and cruising again before she started prying. âOkay, Bailey. So whatâs up with Went? Is he pressuring you to have sex? Is that it?â
âNo. Heâs never asked me that.â
âAnd he knows youâre a . . . that you havenât . . .â She glanced at me and didnât even seem to notice the GIANT GARAGE SALE! sign on the lawn we were passing.
âThe whole world knows Iâm a virgin,
Autumn Reed, Julia Clarke
Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse