White is for Virgins by S. Eva Necks

never met one that stuck out to you? One that was better than all the rest?” he asked, messing up his brown, shaggy mop.
     
     
    “Nope,” I scowled, “And if I did I’d never-” let her go. I didn’t finish the sentence, because Nick didn’t need me to rag on him anymore than his parents did.
     
     
    Someone’s incessant shrills caught my attention, and I scanned the bleachers for the source.
     
     
    Gorgeous blonde, gorgeous redhead, cute blonde, no, no…
     
     
    My eyes landed on a relatively short girl – in Red Cross attire - jumping up and down with a poster in her hands, shouting, “Donate Blood! Save a life!”
     
     
    Good Lord.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    .EMERY POV.
     
     
    I was jumping up and down, frantically advertising the Blood Drive. In the midst of it all, I ended up making a complete fool of myself. These people went to my school.
     
     
    Despite my flushed face, my sore throat, and my need for punching Fox in the gut for dragging Nina into this, I continued my shouting.
     
     
    After a while, I got used to the strange looks people were giving me. Even though I was still dreading Monday’s Creative Writing class, I sucked it up and put on a brave face. Donating blood was a serious thing. I was old enough to donate this year, and if I could save a life, or help someone out, then hell yeah I would do it.
     
     
    “Think of the others!” I said, holding Holly in one hand while I waved the small poster board with the Red Cross sign on it.
     
     
    I almost resulted in bribing them with a free slice of pizza, like all the other major hospitals were doing, but Nina said it was a last resort. Pizza cost a lot of money, and we were not sure if we could pay for it since we were a nonprofit organization.
     
     
    “Guilt trip, huh?” a husky voice asked behind me.
     
     
    “Yep - oddly enough, embarrassing myself didn’t work,” I huffed, facing Fox with what I hoped was a cold glare.
     
     
    He smirked, eyeing the brunette approaching us. She was a carbon copy of Megan Fox, except she had more Botox.
     
     
    “Hey Foxtrot, nice legs,” she said, biting her bottom lip seductively.
     
     
    Foxtrot ? I stifled my laughter as I turned to Fox. He seemed distracted.
     
     
    “Thanks, Teresa,” he responded, struggling to focus on her face rather than her exposed chest.
     
     
    “Call me Ree ,” she giggled, twirling her straightened and fried brown hair with a bony, manicured finger. She was so pushing her chest out.
     
     
    “Not in front of the children!” I scolded, cradling Holly close. I gave Teresa a disapproving look before moving on to the next set of bleachers.
     
     
    What a ho. Both of them were, actually. What hoes.
     
     
    “Racers to the starting line!” a voice announced.
     
     
    I saw Teresa squeeze Fox’s butt, sending him towards the others.
     
     
    I shook my head and walked back over to Nina. We had a little bench in front of the tennis court, where we hung the giant banner over the tall fence. She was sitting with her legs perched up against the little wooden table we’d set up. Her ankles were nowhere in sight.
     
     
    “Any luck, honey?” Nina sighed.
     
     
    “Not really - even annoying them isn’t working,” I shrugged, taking a seat on the bench beside her.
     
     
    “Well at least we got you and me so far. That counts for something. And all the staff at the hospital too,” she pointed out, gesturing for me to give her Holly.
     
     
    “Yeah, but we could use an extra hundred donors.”
     
     
    We sat there, watching the race for a while. The sun was slowly starting to set as autumn was drifting in, but God, was it humid.
     
     
    I watched Fox as he sped off, leaving hopeful competitors in the dust. He was smart when it came to a game plan, that was a given. Sly, too.
     
     
    His hair flopped in his face as he crossed the line and came to a halt, placing his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath.
     
     
    Everyone in the bleachers