Prom night. Now, that’s the night a girl is expected to give up her virginity, ain’t it? Well, unless she’s saving it for her wedding night, I suppose. But I can’t recall any girl in my school who managed to keep her legs shut long enough to get to the altar. Except Virginia Gadson, that is. She was as pure as the driven snow, or so she made out. Knowing her like I did, I believed her. She was as prim and proper as any mo...

"I'm sorry, Mia. I'm not going to make it tonight..." There was more after that, of course. His sorry-assed apologies rolled on and on about how much he hated standing me up. If only it weren't for this or that or the other thing... Bla bla bla... It was all a bunch of pathetic bullshit that didn't mean shit to me. Because, like, there I was, with my makeup all perfect and everything and wearing a tiny back dress that was...

Walker’s mouth was hanging wide open as I walked out of that barn. I’d left him speechless, for once, and once I was gone, it was all I could do to keep from running my little ass off back to the house. My God, I was buzzing with excitement, and so full of myself that I felt I might burst if I didn’t run or scream or do anything that would have let the pressure out of my chest. I was proud of what I’d done and ashamed of...