The next day at school

The next day school Wendy see Jen in the hallway I have something I need to talk to you about at lunch. Jen says ok I’ll see at our usual table. The morning went by slow as Wendy looked at the clock on the wall as the bell rang. She thought to her thank God I didn’t think lunch time would ever get here as she gathered up her books to go meet Jen in the cafeteria. As she enters the cafeteria she see Jen at there usual table aaa she waves at her. Wendy sit down with a Jen and Jen so what did you need to talk to me about?

Wendy fidgets with her napkin, her fingers twisting the thin paper until it tears. She leans in closer, her lunch tray squeaking against the table. "So," she whispers, her cheeks turning pink, "the fall dance is this weekend." Jen raises an eyebrow as she stabs a fork into her salad. "Yeah? You and Joe finally going?" Wendy nods fast, her knee bouncing under the table. "We talked about it... and we’re gonna... you know." Jen’s fork freezes halfway to her mouth. "Wait. *Wait.* You mean—" "Yeah," Wendy cuts in, her voice barely audible over the cafeteria noise. "We’re doing it.

Jen’s fork clatters onto her tray, sending a cherry tomato rolling toward the edge. She grabs Wendy’s wrist, her nails leaving little half-moon indents in her skin. "*After the dance?* Like… *after*-after?" Wendy’s breath hitches as she nods, her straw wrapper shredded into confetti. Yes I’m going do my best to seduce him. It shouldn’t take much but I know he’s hard headed and wants us to wait before we have sex , butI think I’m ready for it.

Jen smirks, her eyes flicking down to Wendy’s chest before snapping back up. "Pfft, it shouldn’t take much to seduce him with those huge tits of yours and that fat ass," she says, reaching over to poke Wendy’s hip beneath the table. Wendy slaps her hand away, but her lips twitch—half embarrassed, half proud. Across the cafeteria, as Joe and Craig make there way over to there table. Jen leans in, her breath warm against Wendy’s ear. "Bet you twenty bucks he doesn’t make it past you taking your bra off before his hands are all over you."

Wendy’s breath catches as Joe’s boots squeak against the cafeteria floor, getting closer. She can smell his cheap cologne—something woodsy and sharp—before he even slides into the seat beside her. "Hey, babe," he mumbles around a mouthful of pizza, his knee bumping hers under the table. Jen kicks Wendy’s shin, her smirk widening when Wendy yelps.

Joe frowns, sauce smeared at the corner of his lips. "You good?"

"Fine!" Wendy’s voice cracks. She grabs her milk carton, fingers denting the waxed cardboard. Across the table, Craig snorts into his soda can. The couples finish up their lunches as the bell rings for their next class. Joe walks Wendy to her next class as Craig walks with Jen and she can’t help but tell Craig about Wendy’s plan for Joe on Saturday night after the dance.

Jen’s fingers dig into Craig’s arm as she pulls him closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Wendy’s gonna *try* to play innocent, but she’s got plans for Joe—big ones. Saturday night, after the dance." Craig nearly chokes on his gum, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "No *way*," he breathes, eyes darting toward Joe’s retreating back. Jen’s grin is all teeth. "Twenty bucks says he lasts five minutes tops once she unzips that dress."

Craig’s eyes widen as he starts to turn toward Joe, but Jen yanks him back by his backpack strap. "Don’t you *dare*," she hisses, her acrylic nails digging into his bicep through his hoodie. Craig stumbles against the lockers, the metal clanging as his elbow knocks into a combination lock. "Ow, what the hell, Jen—"

Jen crowds him against the row of lockers, her knee jabbing between his legs to pin him in place. It’s surprise for him Wendy doesn’t want him to know. You know how he is he thinks they both should wait some more be for they have sex and lose their virginity’s to each other.

Craig’s breath hitches as Jen’s knee presses harder, the zipper of her boot catching on his jeans. “Shit, okay—*okay*,” he mutters, palms slapping against the locker behind him. The scent of Jen’s vanilla perfume mixes with the sharp tang of sweat as she leans in, her glossy lips brushing his ear. “You breathe a *word* to Joe,” she whispers, “and I’ll tell the entire football team about that time you cried during *The Note Book*.”

Craig’s face flushes red as Jen pulls back, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass. He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but the warning glint in her eyes shuts him up fast. Instead, he exhales through his nose and adjusts his hoodie, the fabric rustling loudly in the empty hallway. Jen pats his chest, her nails tapping against the school logo stitched over his heart. “Good boy,” she purrs, stepping back just as the bell screeches overhead.

But Later that day after football practice Craig lets it slip to Joe about Wendy’s plan after the dance. Joe’s grip tightens on his gym bag, the fabric squeaking under his sweaty fingers. Craig’s mouth goes dry as Joe steps closer, the sharp scent of grass and sweat rolling off him.

*"So,"* Joe says, his voice dangerously calm, *"Wendy’s said she has some kind of plan for us after the dance?"*

Craig swallows hard, his throat clicking. Jen’s warning flashes in his mind, but the words tumble out anyway. *"Dude, she’s—uh—she’s gonna try to... you know. She going try to have sex with you after the dance to lose y’all’s virginity. She told Jen she’s ready for the next step with you in y’all’s relationship.