You’d think she would find someone more amusing to pick on but no, just has to be the new girl. Of course it has to be the new girl. Why should I be...thinking any different? Three new schools in the past two years. They’re all the same, they all have their Ms. Albick’s and their jocks, blonde bitchs, nerds, and their me’s, the out of place awkward new girl. Honestly, everything about me just screams new girl, my glossy new books, old clothes (hand-me-downs from my older brothers), and little. “I have needs too, you know. I need you to loosen up and make up your mind.”“Listen, Hunter, if you can’t respect my desire to take things slow, then maybe you should just leave.”“Take things slow? TAKE THINGS SLOW?” he practically yelled. “If we go any slower, then we’ll be moving backward. This isn’t the 1950’s Faith. Most girls have already lost their V-card by Junior year. Or are you holding out for marriage?” he sneered.“No,” she said. “I’m waiting until I feel comfortable with doing ‘it’.. I told you, you were going to be my dessert he said leading me to the bathroom, get in. I saw a full tub with roses and bubbles. I gave him a kiss. I started taking off my clothes. Slowly he said pouring two glasses of champagne. I gave him a lil strip tease. I slowly got in and sat. He passed me a glass and pinned up the back of my hair. To- i attempted to say his name. I dont want to hear you speak, Im in control, Im here to please you. he grabbed soap and started to wash my body. I. But she’s three years older than me, and married,and I let her get a few steps ahead of me, just to keepa safe distance.When I moved back to my hometown after college, Angelalined me up a nice duplex three blocks from her and herhusband, and I’ve been living there for two years now.I’m twenty-four and she’s twenty-seven. We were goodfriends growing up, since both of us had socialdifficulties. I was a book nerd whose idea of aSaturday well spent was a patch of grass at.