Mandy grinned at my question.
“Was it a male or female?” She smiled.
“Male… why, does it make a difference then?”
“Too true… if it’s a male, anything means him getting into your pants!”
“Really… no!”
“I’m afraid so… as sure as God made little green apples, you can depend on that. Do I know him?”
“No… he’s just a friend!” I lied.
“Well, if you think it’s worth it, go for it! After all, it’s not costing you anything, is it? Anyway, we have to get back to class. Let me know if it works out for you!”
All through the next lesson, I couldn’t take my eyes off Mr. Scott; he often looked my way, and smiled. I was sure that Mandy was right, but how could I say that to him? Supposing I was wrong, he might throw me out of the class. Then where would I be? I never had a boyfriend, let alone s*x
