Confession of a Teenage Nobody

By Miss Anonymous

Annie (short for Anonymous) belongs to the one club no girl wants to belong to... The Last American Virgin Club.

How far will she go to revoke her membership?

This is a short story confession based on a true events though names, places, and some situations have been changed or embellished. Mature situations for a more mature teen audience. Contains a young adult romance with sex situations and LBGT themes. Considered PG 13.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Guardian Tree Press
• Release date: Jul 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516336098

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Chapter 1  

JUNIOR YEAR, SECOND SEMESTER

Sex. Intercourse. Bumping uglies...

Screwing.

Everyone was doing it—the popular girls, the unpopular girls and even the crank heads hanging out in the breeze-way did it. They screwed in the movies, on TV, and under the bleachers in the gym. Just about everywhere I looked some girl had her face swallowed up by a guy while she stuffed her hands down his pants, groping for his boner.

I wanted it, too—this elusive initiation into the world of adulthood, this mystery of sex, this act that seemed to make you more desirable, more attractive, more accepted—one of the In Crowd.

I wanted it more than anything else in the world.

But my best friend, let’s just call her Lorelei for the sake of anonymity, and I were the only remaining members of the Last American Virgin Club. Membership was not optional, nor was it some kind of flag you wanted to wave—"Hey! Over here! Look at me! I’m a big fat virgin! Oh, sure, there was the occasional, I'm staying pure until I'm married," freak, but those weren't the norm.  Most people snickered behind their backs. And about three quarters of the junior class thought the show Sixteen and Pregnant an acceptable way to find fame and fortune.

I might as well have had loser stamped across my forehead.

Lorelei pranced down the hall, her cheerleading skirt bobbing as she walked. We both tried out for Junior Varsity in the fall, but I didn’t make it. Rumor was, we tied and my less than graceful cheer-off in the final round (my mind blanked and my limbs froze while everyone stared until I remembered the moves) lost me the competition. But I didn’t care. Or at least I told myself I didn’t.

Lorelei grabbed me by my elbow and pulled me over to my locker.

So, you’re seventeenth birthday’s this Saturday, she said, wagging her blonde brows suggestively in my direction.

Yeah, so. I could guess where the conversation was headed, but decided to play dumb.

Lorelei had one thing on her mind, too. You’d think her cheerleading status would have promoted her to desired goddess amongst the guys, but for whatever reason, Lorelei remained screw-free, just like me.

I met this guy the other night. He’s got a friend.

And?

We’ve got a date. She stared up at me with her gray-green eyes, waiting for a reaction.  She had to look way up since Lorelei barely reached five feet and I was Amazonian in height. In fact, my mom tells this ridiculous story about my dad’s first wife accusing an Amazon of dragging off her husband since Mom was even taller and beefier than me and Dad's first wife had the height of a pixie.

Apparently, I got that same Big Foot gene.

But Lorelei was petite. The kind of girl guys liked best. They must feel strong and manly hugging a short girl. Hugging a tall girl must feel like fondling your big brother.

When I didn’t reply, she added, "We both have a date."

I stood and stared, dumbfounded, as she reached over, opened her locker and started rummaging for her calculus textbook. Not only was Lorelei short, cute and well-endowed (ten of my itty-bitty titties could probably fit in one of her bra cups) she was smart. Which might have been her de-virginating problem.

No need to thank me, she continued.

I finally found my tongue. Do I know them?

Nope. She glanced at me sideways, a mischievous spark in her eyes.

Seniors? My heart skipped at the thought.

Nope.

Then who?

She turned, tugged my sweater, and pulled me down to her height. They’re nineteen and twenty.

My jaw hinged open. I shook my head.

Lorelei giggled. And totally hot.

Why aren’t they off in college or something? Who stays in Boresville after they graduate?

She shrugged, unconcerned. My brother went to high school with them.

Lorelei’s brother was one of the biggest walking malfunctions in the history of, well, I’ll just keep calling it Boresville. That fits the bill. We lived in a small town in the Pacific Northwest, all of which are about the same, small,

Reviews for Confession of a Teenage Nobody

[Soumya · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This was just amazing! *.* I found it real , which makes the book look astonishing. I hope you have more confessions to make. As i would love to read it. :)