Beauty's Virgin

Sprained ankle

You ever have a moment, where you're in the space between being awake and still fast asleep. Everything is a bit blurry, while you're trying to figure out your surroundings, while being blinded by the morning light.

If you have, then you've only had a piece of a tiny feeling compared to mine.

Last night before bed, I overdosed myself on pain killers to try and help me sleep through the pain of my sprained ankle. And I guess it worked so well that I slept through that Sunday morning and even missed church. But when I eventually woke up, the pain seemed to have woken up with me too.

"Wake up you sleepy bum!" , my sister exclaimed while intruding into my room. "Do you ever knock?", I asked her. She grabbed my comb, and stood by my mirror to comb her hair. Afterwards she asked me, "where's the fun in that?"

I hid myself in my covers, ignoring my sister's usual nonsense. I mumbled underneath my breath, "I have much bigger things to deal with than to deal with your small usual nonsense" . She must of caught onto what I rambled on about while under my covers. Afterwards she stated, "Well do tell" , while coming to sit besides me side, on top of my sprained ankle.

"Oooouch. What the hell. Watch where you put that large backside of yours" , I yelled out. My sister had a cruel sense of humour, and grabbed the very ankle asking me, "oh this one?"

Then she shook it left, and right. Then up and down. I immediately slapped her hand away, telling her, "Stop it! That freaking hurts" .

"And why is that? Too much running away from your girl problems" , she said in a chuckled voice. "No, from jumping out of an open window because of a girl. While rather her dad" , I annoyingly answered.

My sister looked at me with doubt written all over her my face, then afterwards put two and two together. "Oh by the way, you pretty boys have to go through a test", she said with a chuckle afterwards. "I remember what Dave told me he had to do for his test.

Dating twins at the same time.

Summary of that story, he ended up being confronted by both sisters in public" , she finished off saying.

After hearing that I felt a little better towards my situation.

"Well whatever your test was, it's really not the first one that's out there that you need to complete.Trust me", my sister told me.

"Thanks sis", I told her.

"You better put some ice on that ankle", she told me while getting up. She went back to the mirror and began to put lipstick on.

"Going out straight after church I see", I asked her.

"At least I went to church unlike some people ", she exclaimed.

"Whatever. So where are you off to Hazel. Maybe I can join you", I asked her.

She finished putting on her lipstick, snapped her fingers, and told me, "so you can embarrass me. Definitely not. Plus you really need to stay off that ankle of yours".

Hazel turned around and blew me a kiss. "What's that for", I asked her. That's me kissing it better. Now I'll see you a little later baby brother. Try not to jump out of any other open windows Alex ", she said to me.

She soon left the room.

Monday...

Getting to school was really hard, especially when you're walking there with a sprained ankle. But I managed to get there, and somehow was the second to arrive before the teacher. The other person in the room was a fellow classmate, Jessie Roberts.

I found my seat, and as I sat I immediately let out a loud, "UGH".

"What's wrong Alex?" , Jessie asked me. I began to rub my ankle telling her, "I sprained it the other day" .

"Aaaaww, how" , she asked in a concerned voice. "Uhm, that's really not important", I replied to her.

Jessie seemed to be a care free girl, and from my experience loved to help people in any way possible. So I figured I could not only try out my pretty boy skills, but also get some help regarding this ankle.

"Maybe you could massage it a little, to ease my pain" , I asked Jessie. She seemed fine with the idea. But before she could answer, the teacher walked into the room, and soon the rest of the class. Jessie gave me the confirmation by giving me a wink.

Throughout the entire lesson Jessie and I kept kept giving each other subtle glances and blushing a few times. The entire mood made the other girls a little curious.Jessie wasn't the most popular girl in my class, and she really kept to herself mostly. That's what I personally liked about her, and recently I've been often daydreaming of us both hanging out by the orchard tree together.

That would be really nice one of these days. But I hadn't found the confidence to ask her to join me after school. Maybe this massage thing could be a good start

Out of all the girls, I found Jessie the most attractive than all of them combined.

The day finally ended, which meant I could get my massage from Jessie. We headed to a secluded spot behind the school. I sat down by a bunch of stairs at the spot, while Jessie sat in front of my ankle. She was really good at massaging that you could easily tell she's done this before.

I tried my best not to act like it hurt like crazy, but you can only hide your groans for a little while. Jessie seemed not to care and constantly told me "it's okay I got you" .

I felt like I was close enough to ask Jessie out to my secret spot by the orchard tree.

But once again I was disturbed by Dave, this time by him yelling out for me on school grounds. The mood was ruined at that point, so I told Jessie, "looks like I need to go now unfortunately" .

She seemed to understand and said to me, "be careful you don't put too much weight on that ankle".

We said our goodbyes and I headed off to Dave.

"What do you want from me now Dave.", I exclaimed to him while raising my arms out. "Listen up. It's time you met an important member of the pack. Stan, aka Sticky notes" , he finished off.

The sound of that nickname was such an odd one in itself. I mean really, sticky notes? I raised my eyebrow, and had to ask, "who the heck is Sticky Notes and why the name" .

Dave smirked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up after giving it a good rub down.

He gave out a few good puffs, in a manner of dropping some wisdom.

"Everyone has their own role to play, some minor, and others major. Sticky Note's job is being the info guy, who gets us the details of our prey. History, likes, dislikes, etc, etc." , Dave told me.

I scratched my chin, asking him, "I didn't think us Pretty boys needed all that info before hunting".

"We never really needed to get info beforehand. But after so many close calls and slight dramas, we felt it would be a whole lot safer to be well prepared before hunting ", Dave said, then afterwards taking in another cloud of smoke.

"Okay, I get that, but still why the name Sticky Notes? ", I asked him.

"Because Stan has a thing of writing details about people on sticky notes, and sticking it on your close belongings ", he replied.

"Oh I see", I exclaimed. "Do you have any other questions", he asked me. "Yeah! I didn't know you smoked", I replied.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid", Dave said with a smirk.

We headed to the car and drove off to meet Stan.

Stan hung around this popular coffee shop, "The Saturday Highlights", if I remember right. It mostly had teens my age hanging around there. But by the looks of it they all seemed really snobbish and high in the clouds.

Sticky Notes sat in the middle of coffee place, with a book and bunch of sticky notes displayed on the table. "What's the good good Sticky?", Dave asked him while slapping him a five.

I could tell sticky was the sly kind of guys by his slick calm responses. The type of guys who knew more than they liked to give the impression to people.

Him and Dave spoke for a bit while I stood there aimlessly looking like a lost child in a big mall.

Dave cleared his voice, looking my way and announced, "this is the new Kid, Alex. A potential hunter, but shy to let out his claws" . Sticky notes gave me a good look down, and started writing something down in his book.

I felt slightly uneasy when he did that.

Sticky turned to Dave and gave out a slight chuckle. Then afterwards started saying to him, "this used to be our hunting ground in the good old days". Dave wiped his lips, telling Sticky note, "child's play really"

I watched these two men continue on about the good old days, and decided to leave because I had nothing to contribute with.

As I was about to walk out, but Dave stopped me by saying, "now remember kid. If you need any info about someone, Sticky is your man. Nothing gets past him. And you can find him here almost any day.

"I'll remember that", I told him. Sticky notes added on by saying, don't forget rule number 5 fresh blood".

I signed heavily.

Dave whispered something to Sticky notes and they started to laugh.

"How's the ankle", Sticky asked me.I ignored him and walked backwards as I stared them both down. I accidentally walk into a guy and girl, and the guy's art supplies happened to drop onto the floor.

"Sorry man", I said to him while picking his stuff up. The guy seemed not to mind, in fact he looked too love struck to care.

While all of this was happening, Dave and Sticky were dying with laughter.