“I don’t give a crap what Anna said. Garrett is not interested in her. He is interested in you! Why are you denying how you feel for him? You are totally pushing him away.”
Now, I was getting angry…but I wasn’t sure who I was angry with—Margie or myself. I’d been so stupid all these months.
“Why do you care anyway, Marg? Let’s talk about you and your sex life, shall we?”
The door flew open, and Peggy came walking in. She quickly shut the door behind her.
“You are thicker than a five-dollar malt, Emma. I could hear you down the hall. What if your parents heard y’all talking in here? I don’t even want to think about what your mother and father would do to you, Margie. You’d be wearing more than that virgin pin you have on all the time. Now, what is this about Margie’s sex life?”
I looked at Margie and whispered, “How can you even wear a virgin pin when you’re not a virgin?”
Peggy started jumping up and down. “Oh my, when did you lose your cherry? And who was the lucky bastard?”
“Shh! For the love of all things good, Peggy, shut up!” Margie said as she grabbed both of us and pushed us down on the bed. She looked right at me. “I can wear it because I am a virgin.”
Peggy’s whole body slumped down, and she fell back onto my bed. “Damn, I thought we were going to get a good story out of this.”
I stared at Margie. “I thought y’all had sex.”
Peggy sat up quickly. “What? You and Billy finally bumped uglies?”
Margie hit Peggy on the arm as she sat down. “Shut up, Peggy. We are not talking about me! We are talking about Emma denying her feelings for Garrett.”
Peggy winked at me. “Now, come on, Emma. Have you looked at Garrett’s body lately? Tell me you haven’t dreamed of wrapping your legs around that boy.”
I jumped up off the bed. I let out a gasp and yelled, “You have a boyfriend! You can’t talk that way! And you most certainly can’t talk that way about Garrett. What dreams I have about him are none of your business!”
“Emma Rose, what is all the yelling about? Is everything okay?” my mother asked after opening my bedroom door.
Never taking my eyes off of the two giggling girls on my bed, I said, “Everything is fine, Mother. We’re just playing around.”
“That’s fine. Just keep it down. Inside voices, okay?”
I nodded my head as I glanced back at my mother, smiling sweetly. I let out a giggle. “Okay, Mom. Sorry.”
She grinned and shut the door. I quickly looked back at Margie. For some crazy reason, I pictured my legs around Garrett while he was making love to me. I felt my cheeks instantly flush. Peggy and Margie both started laughing.
“I’m getting a good story after all,” Peggy whispered.
Margie stood up and dropped open her mouth. “Oh my gosh. You do want Garrett, don’t you?”
I started to shake my head as I took a step back and bumped into my dresser.
Margie started jumping up and down. “Tell me about your dreams with Garrett, Em. You know he’s coming to the dance.”
I let out a gasp.
Peggy said, “Yep, this just got really good.”
I spun around and looked at Peggy. “Please. No comments from the peanut gallery.”
Margie smiled. “Emma?”
I rolled my eyes and whispered, “Fine. I might have had a dream…or two about Garrett.”
I turned and walked the few steps to my bed. I face-planted onto it and began yelling into the mattress as Peggy and Margie did the same. We all rolled over onto our backs and looked at the ceiling.
Then, I sat up, turned, and looked at Margie. “Was Billy the guy who made you give yourself an orgasm because he turned you on so much?”