The minute we got back out to the main party, we ran intoChristine. She was drunk, I could tell already, she took a long look at me and smiled her ass off. “Sooooo! My pretty little Maya got her brains fucked out, eh? Nice job! I told you May, he wanted you. I fucking told…
Time froze. We looked at Mr. Brown and tried to imagine whathe saw. Two of his students, a junior and senior, the senior laying on top. I pushed Damien off and fixed my skirt, which had gotten hiked up. “Uhm…” I said. “Mr. Harris. Ms. Washington.” He said. “I’m going to pretend I never came…
It allstarted my Junior year of high school, on the end-of-the-year band and choir trip to Washington, DC. I was seventeen, with short black hair, and a dark complexion. I was on the heavy side, okay, I was huge. But I wore my weight with pride, I didn’t want to be a teenie tiny stick….