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Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, the clock’s metronome whipped the students’ ears in the final minutes of class before they would be freed for the weekend. A chorus of zippers buzzed one after another as students packed their bags, preparing to make a dash for their busses, while others decompressed, tossing quips back and forth, musing over their weekend plans.	At the far left of the classroom, facing the windows, a group of three girls sat casually, absent-mindedly fidgeting with their cell phones while their teacher pretended not to notice and packed her own bag with stacks of assignments, haphazardly piled on top of one another by the careless students in her unmotivated chemistry class.	Violet twisted locks of her long blonde hair between her fingers, which was somewhat more interesting to her than listening to her friends bicker about boys and failing the Bechdel test. She blew stray hairs out of her eyes, listening and waiting for the right time to speak, as she so often did.	“My parents are taking me camping,” the feminine voice of her taller friend, Yvonne, huffed as she sat on one of the long, black lab tables coiling around the room. She kicked one leg back and forth, setting her phone down. She had obviously grown bored of whatever stared back at her on the screen.	“Don’t act all mad,” the last girl, Emmy, replied. “You’ll probably see that guy again.” She gave a mischievous smirk. She leaned from her chair over the table, moving her glasses further down her nose as if to imply she didn’t need them to see through her friend’s pseudo-frustration.	“Have you been talking to him?” Violet questioned.	The tall girl very subtly blushed but tried to play it cool. “Yeah, but he’s been kind of awkward, I guess.” She grabbed her phone again, and sat forward, opening a series of text messages from a contact titled ‘Steven’.	She scrolled to the top, and the girls all scanned through the short exchange of messages on the screen.	&nbsp;MAYBE: STEVENhi, yvonne… its steven.YVONNEHi :)STEVENu goin up again this weekend…?YVONNEYeah. You?STEVENyeah…	Violet dropped her hair from her fingers, making a face.“Yeah, that’s super awkward. Dot, dot dot.” She chuckled at her own joke.	Yvonne rolled her eyes and returned her phone to her eyes only. “I think he’s expecting something to, like, you know, happen this weekend.”	Emmy pushed her glasses up her nose and hopped onto the table beside Yvonne and snatched the phone out of her hands, pretending to type in the text box, “Steven, I look forward to seeing you again, as I’m sure you’ll look forward to seeing me naked in my tent tonight. PS. If you have any hot, single brothers, my friend, Emmy is completely available.”	Yvonne snatched her phone from Emmy’s palms as the dismissal bell finally rang, and a wave of students pushed into the hallway, practically racing to get out of the building.	A few stragglers remained in the classroom, including the trio of ladies. Violet rose from her chair, only half listening to her friends teasing each other as she threw her backpack over her shoulder.	“Vi, do you need a ride home?” Emmy asked, finally realizing she was preparing to walk away.	“Nah,” Violet responded. “Jess is taking me home today. I guess Spirit Club got canceled or something.”	“Okay then, I’ll text you later.” She began to grab her own things with Yvonne close behind.	Violet exited her classroom to a noticeably empty hallway. So far, the best part of her junior year at Northridge High School was knowing she didn’t have to risk an elbow to the face in an over-crowded hallway as she sprinted to make it to her bus on time. She firmly believed that the five minutes the school gave to board the busses after school was entirely too short a window.	As she walked, she wondered if Yvonne would really go through with seeing this guy, Steven, over the weekend.	Yvonne was always their pretty friend. She was tall and thin and really had the sort of model body type that the health teachers always told the class shouldn’t be idolized because it’s just “not real.” She had this gorgeous, dark, curly hair that always seemed to fall so perfectly, it was like every time she flicked her hair out of her eyes it was in slow motion.	For that reason, boys loved her. She always had a date for homecoming before the theme was even announced, and she drew tons of attention any time they’d go out for ice cream together.	Emmy and Violet were usually the middle-men, dropping off phone numbers written on the backs of receipts or used napkins or telling some stranger’s wingman whether she was available.	Incidentally, she usually was. Yvonne wasn’t the type who was super comfortable being alone with boys, she found she never really knew what to say. Emmy frequently teased her, finding it so ironic that the “hot one” of their friend group would be so awkward and hesitant to really go on any dates.	Somehow, this guy seemed different to her. Violet noticed how much more frequently Yvonne had been going camping with her family. They’re quite athletic and outdoorsy, and ever since the summer, she’d had her eyes on a boy whose family always seemed to be a few spots away, just within view from their fire pit.	It took weeks of reports of prolonged eye-contact from across the lake, or noticing him showing off on his bike down the trail before she finally spoke to him for the first time (a casual “hey” in passing outside the bathroom), and even longer still from them before they finally exchanged phone numbers.	Violet listened to cute stories of the two of them stargazing and brushing hands nearly every week, in which Emmy liked to insert herself, embellishing with lewd commentary or assumptions, claiming her version of events would be far more exciting, and lamenting on how Yvonne really needed to take some notes on her creative dialogue to get to the “fun stuff” a bit more promptly.	If this was the weekend her friend would truly lose her virginity, Violet would be the only one left with a wholly unpopped cherry. She imagined Emmy bringing up this point, and suddenly turning her focus from Yvonne to her: Virgin Violet.	Part of her knew, of course, that this may have been some wild idea born from her constant overthinking. Violet was the logical one of her group. She was very much a think-before-you-speak type of person, overanalytical and calculated. She thought this was both a blessing and a curse; she always felt confident in her choices, but that also meant problems would swirl around in her head for hours or days until the solutions came.	She shook the thoughts out of her head and removed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, sliding upward on the screen to open her collection of text messages from her good friend Jess.	Jess was a senior this year, and easily one of the most well-known students at the school, for better and for worse. She was incredibly outspoken, but cared a lot about the student body and her friends (that might be why she wound up as student council vice president.) She also happened to be Violet’s neighbor, and as such she offered Violet rides home on the days she wasn’t too busy after school.	&nbsp;JESSGrabbing something from the main office. Meet you at the back entrance.	&nbsp;	Violet replied with a thumbs-up emoji and followed her usual path down to the back entrance of the high school leading out to the student parking lot.	She placed herself on a bench in the anteroom between the two sets of doors that led into the school, waiting for her friend to appear. Outside of the glass doors, she watched the parking lot slowly empty like the air from a balloon, leaving a flat patch of concrete behind. She counted the cars remaining as she waited until she heard the first set of doors open behind her.	She looked over her shoulder to see two familiar boys entering the vestibule. They were Xander and Travis, two friends from math class. “Hey,” she called to them with a smile.	The boys turned and waved. “Hey,” Xander returned before they approached her bench. “Waiting on a ride?” he asked.	“Sort of,” Violet replied, looking back from where the boys came to see if she could spot Jess hustling through the corridor to meet her. She was met with no such sight, only the metaphorical rolling tumbleweeds that exist in schools over the weekend. “My friend is picking something up from the office, then she’s taking me home.”	&nbsp;Travis stood, propped against the door, indicating his desire to go, but Xander didn’t follow his lead. Instead, he continued their conversation. “Ah. So you doing anything fun this weekend?”	Xander was one of Violet’s oldest friends at Northridge High. They had met during freshman year and became quite close, even dating for a few months before mutually deciding they were better off as friends; it was about as ideal as a first breakup could have been for a fourteen-year-old	, and now at sixteen, they enjoyed each other’s company and stayed in close contact.	“Not really.” Violet shrugged, still looking and waiting for Jess’s silhouette to appear down the hallway. “Yvonne’s going camping, and Emmy’s grounded,” she explained.	“What did she do this time?” Travis asked, knowing the story must be good.	Emmy was the wild-card friend, the one who often danced so close to the line she’d nearly cross it. She liked to claim it was her super strict parents that made her such a rebellious spirit, and the fact that they were easy to trick that made her so prone to adventure. All of this was reported as she gulped down massive swigs of Malibu straight from the bottle she found in her parents’ basement, naturally.	“I guess her parents installed some spyware on her computer after the last incident. They caught her talking to some twenty-four-year-old guy who lives across the country.”	“Oh, come on. Everyone’s done that,” Xander noted.	“Yeah, well, she’s not one to leave out any lurid details. It was pretty graphic,” Violet added.	“Graphic how? Like pictures?” Travis wondered aloud, suddenly interested in the passing conversation, and peeling himself off the glass door to get in closer.	Violet chuckled. “She said she sent pictures, but they weren’t of her. Either way, her parents were not amused.”	The boys both laughed along with her.	Travis checked his watch and looked out at his car, baking in the parking lot. “Well,” he started, “just because you losers don’t have anything planned for this weekend doesn’t mean I don’t. I’m taking Lindsey out for her birthday tonight and I got to shave,” he said, angling a thumb over his shoulder to his old beater of a car in the back of the lot, barely visible out the window.	Xander and Violet exchanged a glance, looking intently at his bare face without a single noticeable strand of facial hair.	Travis noticed them analyzing his face and quickly stroked an invisible beard, before amending his previous statement with a simple, “If you know what I mean.”	Violet nodded slowly as Xander waved his hands in front of him as if to say he needn’t say any more. The message was received.	Xander returned his gaze to Violet and quickly changed the subject. “My parents are going out of town to visit my brother at his college, so I’ll be pretty bored all weekend. If you want, we can hang out or something?”	Violet thought for a moment and then nodded. “Yeah, maybe.”	“I’ll text you?” He offered, as Travis began edging toward the door to leave, obviously irritated with the continued chatter.	She nodded again and smiled, waving her goodbye to the boys as they filtered through the doorway.	She watched them walk away, recalling Travis’ hairlessness and sighing as she leaned back into her bench seat. So far, this was her least favorite part of junior year at Northridge High school. All anyone ever talked about now was sex.	Every party turned from casually hanging around in someone’s basement became a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, or spin the bottle with increasingly high stakes the more you landed on the same person. Never Had I Ever turned into uncomfortable silence as her peers struggled to consider things they had yet to do, or worse, turned into a competition to figure out who had done the most.	Violet never paid much mind to the hype. She played the games and laughed along with others when they made their dirty jokes, but it just never seemed to make sense to spend a lot of time or energy thinking about&nbsp;sex, especially considering her relationship status had been consistently single since her relationship with Xander over a year ago. Now, however, she seemed to notice sex becoming more and more prevalent everywhere she went.	Violet’s eyes returned to her hands, twisting her phone around in her lap as she waited a bit longer for her friend to push through the doors.	Her fingers tingled from a pulsing vibration from her phone. She unlocked the screen to be greeted with something rather reassuring—	&nbsp;	&nbsp;	JESS	Sorry. Coming now.	&nbsp;	And as she looked up, she noticed her friend finally appear around the corner so her weekend could begin.

Fake It Till You Make It

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