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giving her a cold stare before walking past. “That was easy,”
he said, close to her ear, meaning you were easy. In bio, Priya
had watched her with unblinking cat eyes. Then Sam had
clutched her arm in the bathroom, beaming. “I heard.” Like
there should be a Hallmark card for the occasion. In the
hallway, a girl who sat with them at lunch smiled—really
smiled. Greta didn’t even know her name. A few others had
darted glances at her when she walked down the hall. Did she

imagine it? When she’d sat down next to Rachel at lunchtime,
though, Chloe got up and left. The table felt even emptier
with Matt and Dylan at a lunchtime intramurals game.
It was funny—a few weeks earlier, no one had known she
existed. Now everything about her was defined by Dylan’s
penis, her contact with it and whether people approved or
disapproved.

When Greta and Rachel had stopped by their lockers at
the end of the lunch hour, Greta pulled Rachel aside, trying
to sort out her head. “I think I made a mistake, that it was too
soon. I don’t know.” She stared at a spot on the floor.
Rachel put her hand on Greta’s arm. “You like Dylan,
right?”
Greta nodded.
“And he likes you. So what’s the problem?”
“I—” It was hard to explain. She’d imagined it all differ-

ently. She didn’t even know if she’d liked it, his body on hers.
“It was my first time, and…”
“Oh, really?” Rachel cringed. She grabbed Greta’s other
arm too. “Don’t worry. Drunk sex is the worst. It gets better.

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