[Part 2] He was a virgin too, so we both didn’t know what we were doing, but for us to be too blind mice we seemed to really know what we were doing. The air was thick, our breathing was heavy, and our palms sweat nervously. It was the moment all the cool girls talked about at lunch. It was the moment our parents told us to hold on to, you know the “Wait til marriage” speech. But right here right now I was going to lose all my innocence to someone that I’m not even dating. So we did it. And honestly it didn’t hurt like all the rumors indicated, and that whole “popping of the cherry” bullshit was all a lie. I didn’t enjoy it. I remember thinking to myself, this wasn’t even worth it. Why do people over hype this? So many disappointing thoughts circled my head. We laid there, staring at the ceiling, and talked. I walked differently on my way home, I walked with less innocence and a tad bit more maturity- not really but it felt like I let go of something I held so dear to my heart.
Days later a rumor surfaced around my school. Everyone knew that I lost my virginity. I guess when you go to a Catholic School, what else can you expect. But the rumor wasn’t entirely true, they were claiming I slept with half of the senior boys. I remembered being pulled out of the hallway by a friend and asked: “Did you sleep with so-and-so because everyone is saying that you gave him head in his basement!” Each word lingered in my head. I quickly said “No!” and she then went on to tell me who she heard this rumor from, and it was the guy I lost my virginity to. He told everyone.
Days went by and the rumors just thickened, and as much as I tried to ignore them, they started getting to me. I wasn’t myself anymore. I would lash out at teachers, classmates just everyone would catch it. The final straw was when I was in my locker, alone in the hallway until I was approached by one of my classmates, she asks me, “You know what they’re calling you?”
“No, what ?”
“That you're a slut.” I slammed my locker door closed and looked at her and said:
“Well, then I guess I am!” I was fed up. I wasn’t willing to deal with the bullshit anymore. I stopped caring what people were saying and instead used it as a way to become stronger.
When I finally asked the boy why he started the rumor he said, “Because if you were a virgin why didn’t your cherry pop?” I was so disgusted at the fact that he would assume me to be lying.
“Because thats not even a real thing. Not every girl's cherry pops, dumbass.” I couldn’t believe I lost my virginity to such a childish, so self-centered person. I was molested when I was younger, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I felt like he couldn’t be trusted. I stopped talking to him after that. We didn’t reconnect until later on in life when we both were no longer in high school.