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She drops her sketchpad on the easel. “Heidi, sex comes in many shapes, sizes, and wet spots. You had some sex and, by the sounds of it, you might have even made love, too, so… kudos.”
“Okay, fine,” I say. “I had some sex.”
She nods. “You had some sex.”
“I’m sexually active.”
“You’ve officially been activated.”
I mull it over in my head some more while I prep my easel. I suppose it’s ultimately up to me to decide for myself what’s sex and what’s sex sex but, the more I think about it, the better I feel about it.
I spent the night with Drew. It was new and intense. I’m glad it happened with him, whatever it was. When I look back on this in fifty years, I can’t imagine having a single regret.
The model hops up on the platform, dressed in nothing but a black robe he seems very eager to shed.
Wait a minute.
That’s not Drew.
Corey?
He winks at several other girls in class, firing a pair of finger guns in their helpless directions.
“Hey, where’s your boyfriend?” Jenna frowns at me with disappointment. “You said I was going to get to ogle his peep tonight.”
I furrow my brow, just as confused as she is.
* * *
I step out of the classroom and pause.
Drew lingers in the hallway with his hands in his jean pockets. He stands up taller as he spots me, but puts on a casual look for the rest of the class as they exit around me.
“Oh, there he is,” Jenna says, stopping beside me.
“There he is,” I say.
“He’s got prick face again.”
I frown. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Scowly McScowlerson.”
“He looks totally normal. Stop it.”
“Oh, sure. Totally normal.” She gives my shoulder an affirming pat. “Well, I’m heading over to Bobby’s. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later.” I process what she said as she walks away. “Wait, Bobby? Really?”
She turns up her hands. “I can’t help myself.”
“You have a very serious problem!”
Jenna ignores me, giving Drew a nod of acknowledgment as she passes him. I shake my head once, filing that drama away for another time.
My stomach feels heavier with each step toward Drew. Why wasn’t he in class? Where did he go? Why didn’t he tell me? Am I over-thinking this?
Of course, I am. I’m Heidi Newbury.
