I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Lisa Twelve-ninety! I just started at the cold computer printout paper I'd gotten in the mail with shock and horror creeping into my core. I'd studied so long and hard; how could I get so low? I'd studied so long and hard. I knew I wasn't a genius so had no delusions about getting even close to the maximum score of eighteen hundred, but I'd hoped for much better. Twelve-ninety would get me into several good schools, but wouldn't get me the scholarships to pay for it. And without the ability to finance it I'd be stuck with taking a much cheaper college, if I could afford it at all. Sure, I could always take out loans, but I had no credit history and would be solely responsible for all of it. With my dream of being a teacher came the reality that it didn't pay well enough to spend the rest of my life in debt. There was no way my parents would help out, not that I'd want them to anyway. Once I left home I never wanted to see either of them ever again. Right on cue Mom pounded on my door, prattling in her heavily Asian accented and choppy English, "Lisa, you make dinner. I going out." She was no doubt going to the same strip mall she always did to get her hair and nails done. Not that Dad cared what she looked like; when he was home he just drank beer and watched TV all day. Mom didn't even wait for a reply and was zooming off to get chatty with her Asian girlfriends. "What the fuck am I going to do?" I groaned into my pillow. For a moment everything Mister Pressman ...

... has said about support programs for pregnant mothers came back to me and my stomach rolled in revulsion. No one knew anything about me, so no one could help. I should just cut my wrists or walk in front of a train. As I contemplated my gruesome end the phone rang. I didn't own a cell, so ran out to answer it since Dad couldn't be bothered to walk five feet. It was probably for me or Mom anyway, but it turned out to be Becky. "Did you get your SAT results?" I wanted to be happy to talk with her, but she had to start with the test. "I don't want to talk about it." "Really?" she asked concerned. "That bad? I got a thirteen twenty-two!" My heart sank. Why was Becky so amazing at everything? Beautiful, smart, witty, funny, athletic, sexy, she was practically perfect in every way. If I didn't like her so much I'd hate her. "That's great," I encouraged her, but knew it came out limp. Better just get it over with. "I got a twelve-ninety," I confessed. "That's great!" Becky cheered. "We got almost the same score. Maybe we could go to the same college?" For a moment my heart skipped. "Right," I pondered. Why did she make me feel this way. I'd really only known Becky well for a month, but in that time my life had turned upside-down. When I heard about Mister Font tutoring her I'd leaped at the opportunity, but after finding out about their affair I'd gotten turned on and jealous, not of Becky, but of Mister Font. I really had ignored anything to do with dating and sex, knowing it would ...