“What a shitty way to have your first kiss,” he finally said, changing the subject. “Want to watch a movie?”
I nodded and followed him into his living room. We decided on an old eighties classic about a group of students in detention who end up forming a friendship throughout the day. We both thought it fit the day perfectly since I had just served my own “jail” time. Watching the movie Ben and I compared ourselves to each of the characters: Ben was definitely the kind jock minus the hazing the character did in the film, and I was obviously the girl sitting in the back of the library who hid under her coat and didn’t talk minus the compulsive lying. We both agreed that Libby was the pretty popular girl minus the virginity—well, at least in my mind, it was minus the virginity. I wasn
