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said Julie, eyeing herself dubiously in the mirror. Rachel had just finished layering the olive eye shadow on her right eyelid with a rusty red color, and the effect was indescribable.
    “Lindsay!” sniffed Rachel. Shifting to Julie’s other side, she let out a breathy laugh. “She knows all the guys are watching her like crazy because she’s keeping Darryl Stronner so happy. She’s been letting him do it to her without a safe.”
    “They’re not using condoms?” asked Julie, turning toward Rachel in surprise.
    “Watch it!” yelped Rachel, jerking back. “I almost stuck you in the eye.” Carefully she erased a smudge of rust eye shadow from Julie’s nose with her finger. “What was I saying? Oh yeah, Lindsay. Yeah, well, that’s what she told me, anyway.”
    “But that’s crazy,” I said, ditching my stupor along with Sweet Valley High . “I mean, Darryl Stronner’s definitely been around.”
    “I dunno,” shrugged Rachel, working away at Julie’s left eyelid. “Lindsay’s on the pill.”
    My jaw dropped and I stared at her. I didn’t know that much about sex—four times doesn’t make you an expert—but I did know enough to always use a condom. No way would I have let Paul anywhere near me without one.
    “Yeah, sure,” I said slowly. “But there are a zillion STDs you can catch.”
    Even Julie was giving Rachel skeptical glances. “Yeah, Rach,” she said. “Since when does the pill protect you from herpes?”
    Rachel shrugged dismissively. “Lindsay says Darryl doesn’t sleep around anymore,” she said. “Not since he started seeing her. Besides...” She paused, slowing into her thoughts, then added, “Wouldn’t you let Cam, Dylan, if you were on the pill?”
    Neither Rachel or Julie looked at me directly, but I could feel them grow suddenly intent, waiting for my answer. And damn it all if I didn’t feel my usual tidal wave of nervousness as they focused in on me. Later, when I thought back on this, I was going to be really pissed-off at myself. I mean, it wasn’t as if Julie and Rachel were experts on the subject...or experience...of sex. Rachel had probably done it—last winter she’d gone out with a guy in grade twelve for a while—but my instincts told me that Julie was still virginal. Early last year she’d put out a story about how she’d done it with a guy at summer camp, but I figured it was a fib, concocted to impress the phone patrol. I mean, you don’t have sex for the first time so you can advertise it.
    Still, experts or not, both Julie and Rachel were frozen into position, barely breathing as they waited for my answer.
    “I’m not on the pill,” I muttered, trying to ignore the flush crawling up my neck.
    “You don’t neeeeed to be,” Rachel singsonged deliberately, and Julie gave a quiet snort. My flush deepened, but I fought the urge to snap something back. It wasn’t wise to rouse the ire of the semi-divine. In fact, it wasn’t wise to even attract their attention. Last year in health class, the teacher, Ms. Harada, brought in a package of condoms for her annual talk on safe sex. It was an all-girl class, and the package was passed hand to hand with a lot of quiet giggling. No big deal for me—Joc and I used to snitch packages of Tim’s safes from his dresser, then run around the house shooting them at each other. Childish, I know, but once we even snuck a large sausage out of the fridge and slid a condom onto it to see if it would fit. It did the job nicely. We were quite impressed with that condom’s stretchability factor.
    Anyway, there was a girl in my grade ten health class named Sharon Harder—a really shy, quiet Christian who was so religious, she carried a Bible everywhere she went. Unfortunately for her, Julie, Rachel and Deirdre were also in this class and keeping their eyes peeled as the package of condoms traveled around the room. The instant it was passed to Sharon, they simultaneously burst into shrieks of high-pitched laughter. For