And I don’t really know what brought it out of me. Maybe it was the over-the-top romance of the movie on the screen, or the wine going right to my head. But I made it about one plastic cup’s full and twenty minutes into the movie before I suddenly put my drink down, took a deep breath, and looked right at Anna.
“I have to tell you something.”
She turned, her loose hair tumbling across her face before she pushed it back behind her ears and furrowed her brow at me. “Everything o-”
“I lost my virginity.”
Her bright blue eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “What?”
I bit my lip and looked down. “Yeah.”
“Chris! Who?! When?!” She scooted to the edge of her bed, leaning forward to try and peer into my face. “How am I just hearing about this?” She said, giggling excitedly.
“Um, it’s...” I took a deep breath. “It’s sort of complicated.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s just inserting tab A into slot B, dude.”
I rolled my eyes, bringing my eyes to her briefly before looking back down at the floor. I still felt that weird guilt about keeping this from her, and for even doing it in the first place without telling her.
“Okay, you really can’t tell anyone, okay?”
Anna snorted. “Chris, who would I possibly tell?”
“No one, okay? It’s sort of this...this thing.”
Anna frowned. “Christina what are you talk-”
“It was Mr. Weaver, last weekend when we were home.”
The room went utterly silent but for the movie credits song playing quietly on the television.
"Holy shit, girl," she whispered, sitting up in her bed a little more. "Where? At his house or something?"
I swallowed thickly and finally forced myself to look up and face my friend, feeling the guilt clutching at my gut. “In his car, parked outside my house."
"WHAT?" Her jaw dropped and she brought a hand to her mouth.
“I wanted to tell you!” The words tumbled out before I could think about them, my face crumpling a little. “I- I didn’t know what to say, and I know we were both waiting, and- and-”
“Hey, hey!” Anna leaned forward and put a hand on mine. “We’re not joined at the hip or anything, you know,” she said with a grin. Suddenly her face went tight. “Wait, oh my God, did it just, like, happen?" Her face went pale. “Oh my God, honey," she hissed out. “Was he inappropriate with you?”
I laughed quietly. “Um, no, nothing like that.” I look up at her again quickly. “I sort of instigated it, actually.”
Anna bit her lip, her face flushing a little and her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh my God, you seriously had sex with Tyler Weaver?”
I nodded quietly and she squealed. “Holy shit, Chris!” She flopped back on her bed, whistling and shaking her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this!”
I groaned. “I know, I know.” I made a face. “Sorry.”
Anna laughed. “I’m just giving you hard time you know.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I dunno, we do everything together thought, and I guess I just imagined us losing it together.”
Anna’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned. “My, my! Buy a girl a drink first!”
I blushed bright red. “Oh my God, you know what I mean!”
She laughed, her face still flushed as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Okay, well since we’re finally talking about it, I need details. Now.”
Her voice sounded shaky with excitement in that giddy way she got when she got excited. It was just another one of those mannerisms about best friends you pick up over the years, like how I knew she knew I played with my hair when I got nervous.
I felt the heat creep hotter into my face. “I- I..”
“Does he have a big dick?”
“Anna!” I hissed, feeling my whole face go bright red.
She giggled. “What! Oh c’mon, don’t ruin the hot rockstar stud fantasy I have about him.”
And there it was again. Anyone else in the world saying something about fantasizing about Tyler and I’d have probably gotten a spike of jealousy, but I didn’t feel that way when Anna said it.
I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I whispered quietly, biting my lip to stop the grin.
Anna’s grin spread across her face. “Yes?”