Summer stared at Petra, knowing the insult slut might not be far off, but she wasn’t going to judge because when she turned fifteen, her birthday wish was to lose her virginity, and then some. She raised an eyebrow when she talked about Brian and Andrew. “Don’t know who they are but will avoid.” Although watching it live wasn’t all that different from porn, right? After her birthday, she snuck some alcohol from her parent’s stash, and may have drunkenly watched a few things. “Anyways, I don’t care if people call me slut, not like it’ll be forever.” Her mind would eventually forget the insult or even who these people were. “I don’t know where to go,” She said, standing up and picking up her drink, downing the rest of it. “But I might take a walk.” The backyard of this place was pretty big, and she’d heard there was a tennis court and a maze out past the garden section.

Summer scrunched up her nose at the image Petra painted for her, not finding the look attractive in her mind. “I think I’ll stay away from polos.” Figuring if she avoided anyone wearing a polo shirt, she could avoid running into the two. Though how many kids actually wore polos in high school, because that would make it easy to find them too. “If you want it to be an invitation.” She left I up to Petra to decide if she wanted to come along, though she hoped she would, feeling like everyone else was in the house, leaving the garden empty. “The moon’s out and there are a lot of stars, I bet it’s really pretty in the garden.” If it was well kept, it might look creepy if it was overgrown.

Summer headed down the steps off the back deck, eyeing the couple at the beer pong, a slight ache in her chest forcing her to look away. She told herself she wouldn’t fall in love, she didn’t want to break someone’s heart in the end. “First year at Mountain Ridge?” she asked, slowing down as she reached the bottom of the steps, waiting for Petra.

“Yeah, it’s my first.” Summer didn’t want to admit she was a freshman, but since she’d been here last year, she might not be able to lie. She watched the smoke curl from her mouth and disappear into the sky above them, the path they were on leading them to the beginning of the garden. “With having a threesome, does that mean you’re into girls?” she took the risk and asked, though something told her Petra wasn’t going to disagree. She lost her chance with Morgan, but maybe she could retry with Petra, go a little further.

Summer eyed the vape for a few seconds before taking it, thinking if she didn’t take a hard drag on it, she’d be fine. She felt a need she couldn’t figure out how to fulfill as Petra talked about her being into both boys and girls, as if it didn’t matter what gender, just as long as she was attracted to them. The thought excited Summer, “I’ve only kissed so far, but I enjoyed it.” And it made her curious.

Summer nodded, feeling only a little sting in her chest as she held the smoke in before letting it out slowly, feeling her head grow lighter as if all the problems she had were gone. Her question had her feeling heavy again, “Umm, Morgan.” She mumbled the name, not sure why she didn’t really want to admit it yet, because maybe she’d change her mind.

Summer relaxed a little when Petra seemed to know about Morgan. “At the time, I panicked,” She admitted, the garden coming to a little wooden bridge over a little creek. “Well, I was regretting saying no, now I’m really regretting it.” She giggled, feeling her brain grow light once more, feeling unable to control her giggling.

Summer’s chest flushed at the thought that Morgan was going to give her another chance, but she didn’t want PDA? They had done Seven Minutes in Heaven, though the door was closed, so no one would actually know. “Well, don’t know when that’ll be!” She laughed, stumbling a little into a little grassed area, and sitting down. “Ooh, I should sit down.” The world was spinning just a little, and her heart was racing out of her chest, and the fire was tingling down her spine.

Summer giggled, “I never partied much before,” Summer admitted, since before her freshman year she’d been blissfully ignorant of what her future held. “But I’m hoping to change that.” she admitted, closing her eyes to keep herself from spinning away. “Have you… With Morgan?” She thought she heard her say something along those lines, but she also didn’t want to assume because she could have heard wrong.

Summer let the words Petra said about her and Morgan not being serious, wondering if she could do the same thing. Growing up she had thought she needed to be in love before taking that step, but she was beginning to see now in high school it wasn’t necessary for everyone. “I like the idea of that not being serious.” Thoughts started filling her head, swirling with everything else that was going on inside her brain, that not having a serious relationship meant no one would cry if she forgot them.

Summer felt as if Petra had just cast a spell with the wave of her hand, a door suddenly opened, and just like Alice she had the desire to explore through it. “Alright, maybe once I’m not spinning around.” She didn’t finish the thought though, feeling like if she said out loud that she might go find Morgan again, it wouldn’t happen.

Summer sighed softly at Petra’s touch, feeling comforted by it, like her mom used to do when she was sick. Her eyes snapped open at the memory, turning to face Petra, raising an eyebrow at her, “Toys?” she asked, wondering if it was just vibrators she was talking about. She closed her eyes again though, “Are you wanting to do something with me?” She asked, not getting that vibe from her right away, but she had just been with Morgan before, who was nothing but a sexual tension vibe.

“Oh… I haven’t… Used… All that.” Summer wasn’t sure but felt like her face was bright red with embarrassment. A vibrator was all she had used before, and she had to buy it in secret from her family. She furrowed her eyebrows though when she repeated what she had said, and seemed to be thinking about her answer, which Summer didn’t take as a good sign. When she did answer her mouth dropped open, and her face continued to stay red. “Oh… OH. Okay.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, how to respond, but she was smiling.

Summer tilted her head, trying to imagine how a strap-on could make things more interesting, she hadn’t slept with a boy, so she had no idea how that felt anyways. She turned to look at the sky when Petra asked if she wanted to do anything. “I don’t know. Maybe… We could just kiss?” She asked, feeling like that was a good place to at least start.