It’s Saturday evening, my parents are at some stupid wedding and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. I’ve eaten. Stroll upstairs and run myself a bath. I grab my book Love Letters to the Dead from my room, take off my jeans and t-shirt and lie down in the bath with my book in my hand.
I’m still pissed off at Jonas and think about how I could get back at him for what he did to me yesterday. I find it hard to concentrate on my book and I put it down. I reach for my razor and start shaving my legs. Actually, it’s hardly worth it because I don’t have tufts of hair on my legs like many other girls, it feels more like a peach, a delicate fuzz of blonde hair. There are already more under my arms and in my private parts. I sit on the edge of the bath and shave between my legs. I love it smooth without a hair. Once everything is off, I grab the shower and rinse myself off. I get out of the bath, dry off and rub myself with my Coconut Breeze, I love the smell. Before I get dressed, I have to go to the loo again, the big business, but nobody here cares about that.
I slip into my jogging bottoms, pull on my T-shirt and head downstairs.
I trudge into the kitchen and grab a Coke and a bag of potato chips. I’ve just made myself comfortable on the sofa in the living room when the doorbell rings. Damn, who is it now, it can’t be Sandra. Stinking, I go to the door without looking and open it.
“What are you doing here?” Jonas is standing in front of the door.
“Me, me…me.”
I slam the door in his face and lean back against the wall.
Damn… Jonas and I are standing here in our baggy clothes. No one ever sees me like this, but it’s too late now and changing is no use.
“Lena, come on, I’ll see you, open the door.”
“What are you doing here, Jonas?”
“Talk to you.”
I open the door again.
“Come in, asshole.”
I walk forward into the living room, Jonas follows me. I sit down on the sofa and show Jonas the armchair, I want him far enough away from me.
“What was that all about yesterday, you made me miss the bus.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“I see.”
“I just don’t want us to be seen together.”
“Why?”
“I’m new and don’t want any trouble.”
“You’re afraid people will talk bad about you because you’re having a thing with the school slut?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Okay…you’re right, your reputation precedes you.”
“But I’m good enough to fuck?”
Jonas looks to the side sheepishly and rubs his thighs.
“How do you know where I live, Jonas?”
He looks at me again and says, “I know a lot about you.”
“And how?”
“Doesn’t it matter?”
“I can throw you out the door again.”
“I liked you from day one.”
“So… and why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted to find out more about you first.”
“You could have talked to me yesterday after the story and we could have walked home together, by the way, it wasn’t very pleasant marching through the countryside in 30 degrees.”
“How many times, I’m sorry.”
“You mean with an apology that’s it?”
Jonas looks away again, visibly uncomfortable.
“All right, do you want a drink too?”
“Yes, please.”
I go into the kitchen and get two glasses.
Damn, Jonas looks really hot today in his ripped jeans. His knees are showing through the holes, I like boys in ripped jeans.
I lean on the kitchen counter for a moment, take a deep breath, grab the glasses and go back into the living room.
Jonas hasn’t moved a muscle.
I pour him and myself a drink and drop back onto the sofa. Jonas grabs the glass and drinks it down.
“Warm today, eh Jonas?” Jonas just nods.
“Almost as warm as yesterday” I say and look at him angrily.
“Chips?”
“No thanks, Lena.”
We’re silent for a while until I say, “And what do you really want here?”
“To see you.”
“We would have seen each other at school on Monday.”
“But I wanted to see you today, Lena.”
“Okay, now you’ve seen me and you can go again.”
“All right.” Jonas gets up and walks towards the door “I’ll find the way.”
“Wait, Jonas.”
“Why, you don’t want to see me, I accept that.”
“Come here you dumbass.” I nod to the right, indicating that he should sit next to me.
He sits down and asks, “So what now?”
“Well, my parents are away and there’s a soft bed waiting upstairs.”
“Don’t take the piss.”
Jonas wants to get up, but I throw my right leg over his.
“Let’s be clear, I’m still pissed off with you and I don’t know if you can ever make it up to me. But I’m hot too, my parents are away and I’m up for a fuck. Unfortunately, you’re the only one within reach right now.”
Jonas looks at me in amazement and raises his eyebrows.
“Do you seriously think I don’t know why you’re really here? You stink like a perfume store and chew on a kilo of chewing gum.” Apart from that, I’d want to fuck you right now if you didn’t stink like a polecat.” I take his empty glass, hold it out to him and say “spit it out.”
Jonas spits his chewing gum into the glass, I put it on the table, sit on his lap, take his head in my hands and kiss him. His hands immediately go under my shirt and he hugs me tightly. I push away from him, “Not here, let’s go upstairs to my room.”
I stand up, take his hand, pull him up from the sofa and drag him upstairs to my room. I throw myself onto my bed. Jonas sits down on my desk chair and looks around.
