Cherry Popping (Chapter One)

Warning: For teen audiences, probably PG 13. Also, mild profanity as well. In a society where casual sex is the norm, Krystal Morrie is the only one that doesn't get it. Until she meets the one boy that will change that... (Actual sex will never be

Chapter One

Rosewood High Sex Talk

Sex. It's the hot new thing. Everyone's doing it. My best friend Chrissy, my mom... half the population of Rosewood High. Chrissy's been dating her boyfriend for three months, and my mom just met herself a new boyfriend. What was the first thing that happened? He waltzed right in and said, "Hello, how do you do? The name's David." And then he followed mom down the hall...
 

It isn't enough that it's happening all around me, is it? Of course not. It's always the first thing I hear about everyday in homeroom, too. They're always talking about who did what, when, where, and with whom. Some girls will waltz into homeroom Monday morning and start bragging about how her and her boyfriend finally did IT and what's awful about it is her friends dog her for it! They're not even remotely sensible about it. "Are you kidding? You just did it last night? We've been doing it since last month." I kid you not. This is what I have been cursed to hear for the rest of my adolescent life. As I sit there wondering what on Earth I did to deserve such punishment, I try my best to ignore them and hope their vaginas get infected and turn black. Me? Evil? Naw.
 

You know, some people accuse me of being prude. That never happened before. What happened to thinking boys had cooties? If you ask me, that's the best way to go about it. I want that elementary school mentality back. Honestly! I voice my opinion ONE time and they attack me like blood thristy tazmanian devils. "What?! You're saving yourself for marriage or something? What a prude, just do it already!!" By the way, for your information, I'm not saving myself for marriage or anything in particular... I just figure it'll happen when it happens. I'm not going to rush it and force the matter like everyone else is all...
 

My best friend Chrissy says she's really happy she did it. It's all she ever talks about anymore. "Me and Jacob are so much closer now that we've made love." (Which is a new way of putting it, no one else calls it that.) "It's like we have this special bond now," she sighs and I gag myself. Please, kill me now. That's exactly what she's doing this morning as we make our way through hoards of students towards our math class. "We're totally in love! He calls me every night before bed just to let me know he loves me," she squels. "Isn't that cute?!" I roll my eyes. "Too cute," I agree and sigh, pushing the door open.
 

"Kay, you should just do it. You'll feel, like, a whole lot looser and laid back. I promise," she pats my shoulder and takes her seat behind me. "It'll make you a totally new person, I swear. Want me to hook you up with Jacob's cousin, Bobby? He said he thought you were cute," she rattles on and on over my shoulder. "Oh Lord," I groan and suddenly it's, "Hello forehead, have you met desk?" One weekend a few months ago, I gave into Chrissy's constant nagging and agreed to go out with her on a double date with Jacob's meat for brains cousin, Bobby. He kept saying lame things and wrapping his arm around me even though I clearly didn't want him to. No wonder he was dateless. He was desperate with a capital D.
 

"For the millionth time, tell him I'm not interested," I whisper as Mr. Cook enters the classroom. He slams the door, efficiently stopping all chatter and noise within the room. "Class, I have an announcement to make. Quiet down, quiet down," he bellows, even though there is no sound in the room. He's old and senile... what can I say? "I regret to inform you that there will be an assembly held today in the-"
 

And that's as far as he gets before the class erupts in hoots and hollers. "EXCUSE me," he yells. He goes to the door and slams it again. Quietness ensues, much to my ears' pleasure. "Now if you're quite finished," he continues, "there will be an assembly held in the gymnasium right after this hour. It IS a mandatory meeting and we WILL be checking roll. You're to sit with this class at all times. Do I make myself clear?" He stares out at us with his huge throw back to the fifties glasses and, of course, the entire class groans in unison. Eventually, they quiet down and accept the fact and we continue with class normally. Really, I didn't think it was a big deal. We had assemblies like this all the time, or so I thought.
 

After class, Mr. Cook herds us all out of the room and locks it behind him. The hall is a river of students heading downstream towards the gymnasism, so we all jump in and make our way. Chrissy and I sit next to each other and as soon as I pull out our math homework, she snorts and turns towards the girl on her other side. I sit there doing my homework, vaguely tuned into their chatter until Principal Matthews struts onto the court, mic in hand. She stands there, silent, until most of the senior class begins to quite down. And then she starts her speech from hell with that fateful word...
 

"Sex."

This inspires a few giggles here and there, but mostly we all stand at attention. What about sex? I even turn an ear towards her to catch her little spiel before she goes on to say, "All of you are doing it, and I must say, you are at great risk..." Everyone groans, and at this point, I phase her out and concentrate on my math homework. Contrary to what Principal Matthews may think, I am not "doing it." The assembly's main point does not apply to me henceforth.
 

As I do my homework, I sit and think to myself. No homework for me, score! And so goes my geeky thoughts as the assembly proceeds to drag on and on for most of the day, five precious hours of my life that I will never get back. It's not all boredom though, I'm afraid. About half way through, someone hits me in the back of the head with a balled up piece of paper. I turn around and look behind me, only to see a guy sitting there mouthing at me. Unfortunately for him, I cannot read lips. In response, I shrug my shoulders and look mock apologetic at him and turn around again. He's not getting his crap back, nope. Not now, not ever.
 

Someone taps me on the back. "What," I hiss over my shoulder. It's a different guy and he looks startled. Then his facial expression turns sour. "Read it," he says with venom laced tones. Thank you very much, a*****e, I think as I pick up the paper. Unballing it, I carefully spread it out on my lap and it simply reads... What's up? I stare at it suspiciously and arch a brow. Whose it from? Trying to be discreet as possible, I look over my shoulder and see the mouthing boy again. Oh, him. Who is he? I don't even recoginize the guy. Why is someone I don't even know trying to talk to me? Doesn't he know I'm the stuck up-prude "abstinence girl"? I brush the paper off my lap and let it fall to the floor. He probably meant to pass it to someone else and missed. Chrissy, perhaps? Glancing over my shoulder again, he's not looking at me anymore. Good, I think, and nonchalantly begin to inventory his suprisingly good looks. 

 

He's got a nice, strong chin and smooth angles to his face. It's the kind of face I'd like to draw, if I could. His skin's the slightest bit tan and his eyes look greenish from here. His hair is a sandy brownish color and it's cut emo style. But he doesn't look emo at all, hm... oh s**t! He looked at me! My head whips around on it's own. Me? Checking you out? No, sir.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is too good for an ordinary review.
I actually enjoyed it.
It is amazingly clever, some sarcasm, a little
sad in places. It is a pretty good description
of the human race.
Yup ! Everybody is talking about it--- believe me,
that is all they are doing. If everyone was doing
everything they said they had done they would
all be in a hospital.
The writing is professionally done, clear and easy
to read. I detected no mistakes. It was a pleasure
to read.
Thank you !
My rate------100 %

------ Eagle Cruagh