“I French kiss. I just didn’t kiss you like that. What’s the got to do with rolling shovels?”
I stick my tongue out at him. “See the shape?” I draw the outline of my tongue with my finger.
“I guess it is sort of shaped like a shovel.”
I make my tongue do a version of the wave. Rolling it up and down.
“You have a talented tongue,” he says with a laugh.
“You have no idea,” I say with a smirk. I’m going to add, And you’ll never find out, but I’m interrupted.
Keatyn Monroe.
“I have to go.”
I get my second costume fitted then go sit back down. Aiden is still here with the book in his hand.
“I found a few more words you might like. If you’re cool with it.”
“I hung out with French surfers half the summer. I don’t think you’re going to shock me.”
“T’exploser.”
“Pound.”
“Tringler.”
“Screw.”
“Hammer wasn’t in here.”
“You want to hear one that cracks me up?”
“Yeah.”
“Enfourner mon pain.”
“Bake my bread?”
Keatyn Monroe.
I laugh. “Think about it. I’ll be back.”
After my third fitting, Aiden is smiling at me and holding up the book. “That one was in here. It means, Put it in your box. But it literally means, Put my baguette in the oven.”
“I know. The guys we hung out with in France this summer used that one a lot. It just cracked me up that were comparing themselves to a baguette.”
“Well, they are long and hard.”
I can’t help but smirk and laugh at him. “Yeah, exactly. Learn anything else?”
“La chatte.”
“Pussy. It sounds prettier in French, don’t you think? Like, not as dirty.”
Aiden bursts out laughing.
“What?”
“I could so make a comment about dirty pussy, but I will refrain.”
I smack his shoulder. “Gross, Aiden. How about la touffe?”
“Oh, I saw that one.” He scans through a page. I see he’s already written in the book. Marked it all up.
“Muff.”
“Yeah, but translated, it means, the tuft.”
“I can see why you need to know the slang. I mean think of all the normal words we use that aren’t sexual, but said right, have that meaning.”
“Like your hammering, pounding, nailing, screwing?”
“Exactly. That’s just basic carpentry.
Keatyn Monroe.
“Saved the best costume for last, huh?” Aiden says to me when I’m finished with my last fitting.
“Figures you would like the cheerleading costume, seeing as it’s pretty skimpy.”
“T’es super sexy comme ca.”
“I looked super sexy like that, huh?”
“Well, all your costumes for the play are nice. Do you like them?”
“Yeah. The ball gown for the big dance is kind of lame.”
“You don’t like the ball gown?”
“Let’s just say it’s not what I would wear.”
“What would you wear?”
I know my answer right away. It’s the dress that I pictured in a dream.
“I had this dream once that I wrote down. The dress in it was gorgeous. The most gorgeous dress I’ve ever seen. That’s the dress I’d want to wear.”
He grins at me. “Tell me about it. And the dress.”
“Okay, so you fade in on a beach that’s bathed in moonlight. A young prince is riding down the beach on a white stallion. A girl is also on the beach. She’s wearing a gorgeous pink strapless gown with a corseted waist. The skirt of the dress is layer upon layer of pale pink ruffles. Her hair is half-up, the rest is cascading in curls onto her shoulders. A tall, dark man dressed in a black suit has a hold of the princess’ wrist and is dragging her up the beach to the dragon’s lair. The Princess yells, Help! The Dark Man says, No one is going to hear you scream. But the Prince does hear her scream. He turns his horse around and gallops toward the noise. He sees the girl. And instantly falls in love. He’d do anything to protect her. He jumps off his steed and pulls out his sword. Fights the Dark Man to the death. Then he turns his attention toward the princess, who was knocked to the ground in the scuffle. The Princess turns to face her rescuer and she recognizes his handsome face. That’s it. It’s just a short scene.”
“It’s amazing. So who was the Prince? How did she know him?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know yet. It came from a dream I had. When I dreamed it, I felt that she knew him. That she recognized him. But I didn’t see his face in my dream.”
“You need to figure it out. Finish the story.”
“Yeah, maybe. Hey, so I’m done.” I glance at my phone. “I’m going to see Dawson for a little bit before curfew.”
Three slutty girls.
10:45pm
I stop off to give Dawson a goodnight kiss after my fittings. Well, a couple kisses, then head to my dorm before curfew.
I’m studying my lines when I get a text from his little brother.
Braxton: I stopped cussing for Lent.
Me: It’s not Lent.
Braxton: Haha. I know. So, my brothers suck.
Me: Do I dare ask why?
Braxton: Dirty girl. They suck cuz they won’t help me with girls. I think they’re afraid I will learn too well and they won’t have a shot when I’m around.
Me: I think you might be right about that.
Braxton: Tell me what girls want.
Me: I think that depends on the girl. Also depends what kind of girl you want.
Braxton: Right now, I’d like a trio of slutty girls. All naked together in my room with nothing to do but me.
Me: Let’s try to deal with reality.
Braxton: I was. I originally wanted a harem.
Me: Fine. Three slutty girls it is.
Braxton: Actually, what I need is experience.
Me: Dallas told me a really fun pickup line a while ago. It totally would have worked on me. And you’re funny. You could probably pull it off.
Braxton: What was it?
Me: He goes, “Did you have Lucky Charms this morning?” And I was like, “No, why?” And he said, “Cuz you look magically delicious.”
Braxton: That’s brilliant.
Me: He also used to have the Psychic Panty Network. He’d guess the color of a girl’s panties. He was shocked by how many girls offered to prove he was wrong. Some even donated their panties. That’s when he started Panties for the Poor. That didn’t last very long though. Then he started trying to guess cup size. He got talked to by the school about that. (Sexual harassment, or something.) Now he’s on to pickup lines.
Braxton: Tell him I totally worship him. And text me his next pickup line.
Tuesday, October 11th
Arrested or hospitalized.
7am
I hate getting up at the crack of dawn for Social Committee meetings, but I always try to dress especially cute for them. It puts me in a better mood.
Today I have a sweet and innocent look. I’m wearing the longer navy pleated skirt, a white Burberry stretch cotton tie-neck blouse, and my red cardigan. With it, an amazing pair of navy Prada gold-studded platform sandals, a gold Proenza Schouler suede bag, and a preppy Juicy Couture red and navy striped headband with a golden crest.