Celia
A message popped up on my phone’s screen as I dug through the boxes around me.
What are you wearing?
I thought about mom’s words about having fun. I thought about Rachel being out and having fun and decided that I wouldn’t ignore the message. Now, I just had to think of how to reply.
Sure, it was a stranger, I didn’t even know how they’d got my number, but it was only a little fun, right?
Not really. Maybe for someone like Rachel, who made friends easily and had boys following her all over campus, that would be easy, but for me, it was just…Hm.
My only interaction with the males of our species had been with my male cousins, uncles, and my male teachers. I had never had a boyfriend, and I didn’t know how to talk sexy. The only thing I knew came from movies and television.
What
