Re: Victoria & Ophelia
“Oh! You’re good for a little longer then. Unless you hold out too long. There’s a fine line and all that bullshit,” Victoria said, laughing a little, like girls sharing a secret. A part of her liked the game, picking a guy, leading them on, then getting exactly what she wanted. But at the same time, she’d have liked something a little less predictable. It would have been fun to find a guy that really excited her, but she doubted she’d find anyone like that until college. Todd was a good stand in until then. “Don’t worry, I haven’t slept with him,” she grinned. “But girls talk, you know? Just like the guys do. Locker room talk.” She’d never been in the boys locker room, but some of the best gossip was the things her boyfriends told her, all learned from their friends.
How long was too long? Was she getting close to that point? How was Phee supposed to even know this kind of thing? They’d been having fun doing what they’d been doing so far, and he’d been so sweet and patient with her, but was that genuine? And why was Victoria Chapman talking to her like they were friends? Phee scraped her teeth over her bottom lip, the dip in her mood feeling weird against how good she’d been feeling all night. Like it was unnatural. “What girls?” she asked. She’d wondered about Greg’s dating history, but she’d never been brave enough to ask who he’d gone out with. But Phee was willing to bet that Victoria knew.
“Oh, mostly Heather,” Victoria said, since that was common knowledge, at least in her circle. “The others were just drunken hook-ups, I think, so I probably shouldn’t name names.” It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to, but more that she couldn’t remember exactly who’d talked about screwing Greg versus other guys. “The guys aren’t the only ones that call him the bulldozer though,” she giggled. A hookup with Greg might’ve been fun if the time was right and they were both drunk. And she might still have a chance if she wanted one. She couldn’t imagine he’d be with Ophelia much longer.
Oh yeah, Heather. Phee made a bit of a face at the mention of her -- she’d known in a peripheral sort of way that they dated and then broke up, but it was the sort of high school thing that she never paid much attention to. Even with a crush on Greg; he’d been so out of her league that she’d avoided thinking about his girlfriends, on the whole. The rest of what Victoria said made her blush even harder, and she glanced over to where he was still talking to other people. He’d been so sweet and gentle with her, would sex change all that? What if he liked it really hard and she didn’t? And exactly how many drunken hookups had he had? Was she just going to be a notch on the bedpost? Phee could feel herself starting to freak out, and she knew she shouldn’t, but it was hard when Victoria was just saying those things like they were nothing, and maybe they weren’t to her, but they were to Phee. “Shut up,” she said abruptly, without thinking about it nearly enough. “Just shut the fuck up, Victoria, okay? I like him and he likes me and nothing else matters.”