My name is Morgan. Right now I'm feeling edgy, both anticipating and dreading the coming evening. Ever since my parents had moved to this area I've been feeling like an outsider, and today's my chance to make up for this.
Ever since I arrived I've noticed that I always seem to be the only one who walked around alone. All the other girls went in groups, cold-shouldering me if I approach.
It wasn't that they were gangs, of course, just girls with common interests. That's all. But I've been on the outside, looking in and feeling, well, not lonely, exactly, but sort of, Ok, lonely. I'll admit it.
What was worse than the loneliness was the gangs of boys. They wanted to be friendly. Too friendly, thank you very much. They'd trail me. Quite frankly some of them would give me the screaming Mimi's. I guess you could say I'm rather nervous where the male sex is concerned, and I've reason to be. There was a very nasty episode back in the old town and I've no intention of finding myself in that sort of situation again. I'll just steer clear of men and their weird desires.
Mind you, I have to admit that that man who'd bumped into me at the mall had seemed nice but. . . He was still male and therefore automatically on the scary list. I brushed him off real quick. I've seen him a few times since then and when I do he always seemed to be looking at me and smiling. At times, I've wondered who he was, but then, I don't really care and I forget about him. He's male and male means nasty in my books.
I final got a break the other day. One of the girls from a group, Marie by name, invited me to join them for a chat. I got on quite well with her and the other girls all seem quite nice. They say I can hook up with their group as a permanent member but I have to go through their standard initiation first.
That's why I'm so edgy. I'm heading for the initiation now and I have no idea what is going to happen. Apparently there's a clubhouse where all the girls regularly meet.
If the group was younger I'd call it a gang, but at our age that's ridiculous. I mean, we're all young adults. We're too old to be considered a gang just because we hang out together.
Oh, god. There's the house. Marie is hanging outside waiting for me with a big smirk on her face.
"Come on in, Morgan," called Marie. "Everyone is here and waiting."
My first surprise came when we entered the house and I found not only the girls but half a dozen young men there as well. Including HIM. I had this uneasy feeling that I'd been set up, especially when the introductions were made. HE turned out to be Joshua, call me Josh, and Marie's brother.
Things went from bad to worse very rapidly. They told me that for my initiation I had to show I was a good sport and screw one of the young men. By a wild coincidence, Josh was the lucky nominee. Try and tell me he hadn't set the whole thing up.
Before I could gather my wits and get the hell out of there I found myself ushered into a bedroom with Josh. He calmly locked the door and turned to me, a smirk plastered all over his handsome face.
I explained things to Josh quietly and calmly.
"Josh," I said. "I am not going to have sex with you. I don't want to and you can't actually make me. Now please open the door so I can leave."
"Can't do that, sweetheart," Josh said. "If I let you out the door unscrewed the other boys will reckon I've struck out and that you're now fair game for them to grab. The only reason some of them haven't already grabbed you off the street is because I warned them off.
I'm afraid for your own protection I'm just going to have to take you to bed."
Take me to bed for my own protection. That was a new one to me but I still wasn't having a bar of it.
"It's not on, Josh," I told him, and perhaps my voice was quavering a little now. I was feeling really scared.
"I have no intentions of having sex with you, your friends or any other man, ever. If you won't unlock the door I'll go out the window. I'm not staying here to be assaulted."
