Page 50 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Gio grumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t make out, but when I looked over, his hands were fisted around the arms of his chair and he was glaring at the sister.

I rolled my eyes.

What the hell was he so upset about? I was the one that got hit.

Sister Mary of The Hallway pushed a tape in and started the movie. And by movie, I meant some horribly acted teenage warning about premarital sex. It wasn’t in color, and based on the poodle skirts all the girls were wearing, was probably made in the fifties.

The story was fairly simple, yet somehow intriguing. One girl was dating the quarterback, and another decided to go with a bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Literally. His house was on the other side of the train tracks. They both started withfending off the advances of their boyfriends – who by the way had the worst pick up lines ever.

Baby, are you a broom, cause you swept me off my feet.

If you were a drug, I’d overdose. That one was said while he was overdosing.

And my favorite,I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?

Who would fall for lines like that? The two girls in the movie that’s who.

One gave in on prom night and the other at make-out point. That’s literally what the park was called. There was a sign that said welcome to make-out point, which I was kind of jealous about. Why didn’t we have a make-out point?

The movie ended with catastrophic results from their sexual exploits. One girl had a baby with papier-mâché horns, and the other girl died. Apparently, they had some insane STD's in the fifties.

The moral of the story was if you had premarital sex, then you would give birth to demon spawn, or die from some super deadly venereal disease that the CDC should definitely have on lockdown.

As the credits rolled I leaned over and whispered to Gio, "How many times do you think Atlee has seen this?"

"They stopped making him watch it when they caught him jerking off to the pregnant blonde."

"Seriously?"

Gio arched his brow in my direction. " He has a poster of her hung beside his bed."

Huh, I didn't think Atlee was the type to go for poodle skirts and high ponytails. Then again, she was a girl, so...

Sister Mary Of The Hallway slammed her ruler down on her desk. "What are you two whispering about?"

That was easy. "Atlee Fiore's sexual exploits."

Gio facepalmed while the sister turned her stern stare on me.

"From what I understand, that's a topic you already know a great deal about."

Really? She heard that too? Something needed to be done about this high-school rumor mill.

I crossed my arms. "Doesn't the bible say something about listening to idle gossip?"

"It's not gossip according to Mr. Fiore."

That was it, I was poisoning Atlee in home ec.

"And now you have moved on to Mr. Mancini."

"Hey! I have never and will never be with Atlee." Eww. "And, why is it always up to the girl to be virtuous? Why don't you hold the boys up to the same standard?"

"I do."

She looked over at Gio, who looked at me and nodded. "She does."

"You’re not helping."

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