SENSE: Part TWO (installment #5)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. I suppose it could be categorized as adolescent lit. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome. Working title- Sense Installment # 5 (continued from September 8th )


She is having sex with some guy everyone calls Mavroskoufi because he always wears a black cap. She had sex with him, but they’re not boyfriend-girlfriend. Now she is kissing the boy I dream about every night when I squirm in bed and get wet. I don’t know what it is like to let a boy touch me. At Litsa’s last party I danced with George to a Phil Collin’s song. Our hands were sweaty and we were real close. I could feel the keys in his front pocket. Now my Romeo is locking lips and I am still the punk who is checking the area out. I take drastic measures and lie. I take drastic measures and lie. I tap on the door and warn them that someone is coming, a teacher I think. I tell them to hurry up and get out, that I am leaving, that I will meet them by the basketball court. I stomp my feet, pretending to walk away, decreasing the volume of each step, slowly fading, my ear still affixed to the door. I hear a giggle. I swear it is a giggle. I wait for another noise, but silence. I pull on my tie from frustration. I want to leave and let them get in trouble. I want to run into the main office and tell the secretary I heard unusual noises coming from the bathroom next to the auditorium. I want to run around to the side of the school and peek into the window to see that all they are doing is talking or telling jokes.