Princess Diaries Series: Forever Princess Part 13

I could only stare at her. This was so far from anything I'd been expecting her to say-especially in the Edge of the Icepack penguin exhibit, with our bodyguards a few yards away, and all the little kids around, going, "Look, Mommy! Happy Feet!"-that for a few seconds I think I was simply too shocked to speak.

"It's just," Tina went on quickly, seeing that I had been rendered mute, "the s.e.x scenes in your book seem kind of realistic, and I just couldn't help thinking that maybe you and J.P. have. Had s.e.x, I mean. And if you have, I want you to know, I'm not judging you or anything for not waiting until prom night, like we agreed. I totally understand. In fact, I more than understand, Mia. The truth is, I've been wanting to tell you for a long time that Boris and I...well, we already had s.e.x, too."

"The first time was last summer," she went on, after I just stared at her in total silence, doing my Rob Lowe in The Stand imitation again. "At the house my parents rented in Martha's Vineyard? You remember, Boris came out for two weeks to visit? Well, that's when it first happened. I tried to wait, Mia. I really did. But seeing him every day in his swimsuit-it was just too much to resist. I finally just...well, we did it. After my parents went to sleep. And we've been doing it pretty regularly ever since, whenever Mr. and Mrs. Pelkowski aren't home."

I think my eyes must have looked like they were about to roll out of my sockets because Tina reached over to shake my arm.

"Mia?" she asked, looking concerned. "Are you all right?"

"You?" I finally managed to choke out. "And Boris?" I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up or pa.s.s out. Or both.

It wasn't so much the fact that Tina-TINA!-of all people had given up on her dream of losing her virginity on prom night.

It was that she'd just said the sight of Boris in a swimsuit had been too much for her to resist. I'm sorry but...

While it's true that Boris had undergone an incredible transformation from nottie to hottie in recent years-and actually has annoying violin groupies who worship him and follow him around begging him to sign his headshot whenever he appears in recital halls-I just couldn't-CANNOT-see him in that way.

Maybe if I had never known him back when he'd worn a bionater and been such a scrawny sweater tucker-inner-and dated Lilly-I could see it.

But the truth is, I just can't look at him and see the tall, muscular G.o.dlike figure he is today. I just can't. I CAN'T! He's like...I don't know. My brother, or something.

Tina, of course, completely mistook my revulsion for something else.

"Don't worry, Mia," she said, taking my hand and gazing worriedly into my eyes. "We're totally safe. You know neither of us has ever been with anybody else. And I've been on the Pill since I was fourteen, because of my dysmenorrhea."

I blinked at her some more. Oh, right. Tina's dysmenorrhea. She used to get out of P.E. because of it every month. Lucky duck.

Tina looked at me uncertainly. "So...you don't think I'm a s.l.u.t for not waiting until the prom?"

My mouth fell open. "What? No! Of course not! Tina!"

"Well." Tina winced. "I just...I wasn't sure. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it. I mean, we had our plan for prom night, and I...I ruined it because I couldn't wait." Then she brightened. "But then, when you said you thought prom was lame, and J.P. didn't ask you-and then when I read your book-well, I just put it all together and thought you must have had s.e.x already, too! Only now that you and Michael-"

I looked around the penguin enclosure quickly. There were people everywhere! Most of whom were five years old! And screaming about penguins! And we were having this totally intimate conversation! About s.e.x!

"Now that Michael and me what?" I interrupted. "There's no Michael and me, Tina. I told you, I just spilled hot chocolate on him. That's all!"

"But you smelled him," Tina said, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I smelled him," I said. "But that's it!"

"But you said he smelled better than J.P." Tina still looked concerned.

"Yeah," I said, starting to feel panicky. Suddenly, the penguin exhibit was making me feel a little claustrophobic. There were way too many people in there. Plus, the echoing shrieks of all the sticky-fingered kids-not to mention the faint odor of penguin-was getting a little overwhelming. "But that doesn't mean anything! It's not like we're getting back together, or anything. We're just friends."

"Mia." Tina looked stern. "I read your book, remember?"

"My book?" I could feel myself getting hot, even though it was super air-conditioned in the penguin house. "What does my book have to do with anything?"

"A handsome knight who's been away from home for a long, long time returns?" Tina said meaningfully. "Weren't you writing about Michael?"

"No!" I insisted. Oh my G.o.d! Was everyone who read it going to think this? Was J.P. going to think it? Was Michael? OH, NO! HE WAS READING IT RIGHT NOW!!!! Maybe he was reading it WITH MICROMINI MIDORI! AND LAUGHING ABOUT IT!

"What about the girl who felt obligated to care for her people?" Tina went on. "Weren't you really writing about yourself? And the people were the Genovians?"

"No!" I cried, my voice cracking. Some of the parents, holding the smaller kids up to see the penguins, looked over to see what the two teenaged girls in the dark corner were talking about.

If only they knew the truth. They'd probably have run screaming from the zoo. They might even have asked the wardens to shoot us.

"Oh." Tina looked let down. "Well...it seemed like it. It seemed like...you were writing about you and Michael getting back together."

"Tina, I wasn't," I said. My chest was starting to feel tight. "I swear."

"So..." Tina looked at me intently in the blue glow from the penguin tank. "What are you going to do about J.P.? I mean...you two are having s.e.x? Aren't you?"

I don't know how what happened next happened-what heavenly miracle occurred to save me-but at that very moment Mamaw and Papaw showed up with Rocky in tow, screaming my name. I mean, Rocky was screaming my name. Not Mamaw and Papaw.

Then the zoo was closing, so we all had to leave. Which pretty much closed the discussion on Tina's s.e.x life. And mine. Thank G.o.d.

So now I'm here at Applebee's.

And I don't think I will ever be the same. Because Tina just confessed that she and Boris have been having s.e.x regularly.

I should have known. They have been showing little to no public displays of affection at school all year-no kissing, no holding hands in the hallway, nothing like this-which should have been an indication to me that something serious was going on.

Such as major play under the sheets after school when Mr. and Mrs. Pelkowski weren't home.

G.o.d! I'm so blind!

Oh, no-my cell phone is going off. It's J.P.! He must be calling to tell me what he thinks of Ransom My Heart.

I just answered even though I'm in the ladies' room and there are people and flushing and stuff all around me. I personally think it's disgusting when people answer their cell phones in the ladies' room, but I haven't heard from J.P. all day, and I left a message with him earlier. I do want to see what he thinks of my book. I didn't want to sound needy or anything, but, you know. You'd have thought he'd have called already to let me know. What if HE thinks my book is about Michael and me, too, just like Tina?

But it turns out I needn't have worried: He hasn't had a chance to read it yet, because he's been in rehearsal all afternoon.

He wanted to know what I'm doing for dinner.

I said I was at Applebee's with Mamaw and Papaw and my mom and Mr. G and Rocky, and that he was welcome (that I was even DYING for him) to join us.

But he laughed and said that was okay.

I don't think he really comprehended the gravity of the situation.

So then I said, "No, you don't understand. You NEED to come join us."

Because I realized I really needed to see him, after the day I'd had...what with smelling Michael and finding out from Tina about her and Boris and all.

But J.P. said, "Mia...it's Applebee's."

I said, feeling a little desperate (okay-a lot desperate): "J.P., I know it's Applebee's. But that's the kind of restaurant my family likes. Well, some of my family. And I'm stuck here. It would really cheer me up so much if you could stop by. And Mamaw would really like to meet you. She's been asking about you all day."

This was a complete and total lie. But whatever, I lie so much, what difference could one more lie make?

Mamaw hadn't mentioned J.P. at all, though she'd asked me if I had ever thought of asking out "that cute boy from that show High School Musical. Because, as a princess, I'm sure you could get him to go out with you." Um...thanks, Mamaw, but I don't date boys who wear more makeup than me!

"Besides," I said to J.P., "I miss you. It seems like I hardly ever get to see you anymore, you're so busy with your play."

"Aw. But that's what happens when two creative people get together," J.P. reminded me. "Remember how busy you were when you were working on what I now know was your novel?" His reluctance to set foot in the horror that is the Times Square Applebee's was palpable. Also, may I just add, perfectly understandable. Still. "And you'll see me in school tomorrow. And all night at your party tomorrow. I'm just really zonked from rehearsal. You don't mind, do you?"

I looked down at the squashed fry beneath my shoe.

"No," I said. What else could I say? Besides, is there anything more pathetic than a nearly eighteen-year-old girl in a bathroom stall begging her boyfriend to come meet her and her parents and grandparents at Applebee's for dinner?

I don't think so.

"See you later," I said, instead. And hung up.

I wanted to cry. I really, really did. Sitting there, thinking how my ex-boyfriend was maybe-probably-reading my book and thinking it was about him...and my current boyfriend hadn't read my book at all...well...

Honestly, I think I must be the most pathetic night-before-her-birthday girl in all of Manhattan. Possibly on the entire East Coast.

Maybe in all of North America.

Maybe in the whole world.

An excerpt from Ransom My Heart by Daphne Delacroix Hugo lay beneath her, hardly daring to believe his good fortune. He had been pursued by a great many women in his time, women more beautiful than Finnula Crais, women with more sophistication and worldly knowledge.

But none of them had ever appealed to him as immediately as this girl. She boldly announced that she wanted him for his money, and she wasn't going to resort to seductions and stratagems to get it. Her game was abduction, pure and simple, and Hugo was so amused, he thought he might laugh out loud.

Every other woman he'd ever known, in both the literal and biblical sense, had a single goal in mind-to become the chatelaine of Stephensgate Manor. Hugo had nothing against the inst.i.tution of marriage, but he had never met a woman with whom he felt he wanted to spend the rest of his life. And here was a girl who stated, plain as day, that all she wanted from him was money. It was as if a gust of fresh English air had blown through him, renewing his faith in womankind.

"So it's your hostage I'm to be," Hugo said to the stones beneath him. "And what makes you so certain I'll be able to pay your ransom?"

"Do you think I'm daft? I saw the coin you tossed Simon back at the Fox and Hare. You oughtn't be so showy with your spoils. You're lucky 'tis me that's waylaid you, and not some of d.i.c.k and Timmy's friends. They have rather unsavory companions, you know. You could have come to serious harm."

Hugo smiled to himself. Here he'd been worried about the girl meeting up with trouble on her way back to Stephensgate, never suspecting that she was sharing the same concern for him.

"Here, what are you smiling at?" the girl demanded, and to his regret, she slid down from his back and prodded him, none too gently, in the side with a sharp toe. "Sit up, now, and stop sneering. There isn't anything amusing about me abducting you, you know. I know I don't look like much, but I think I proved back at the Fox and Hare that I truly am the finest shot with a short bow in all the county, and I'll thank you to remember it."

Sitting up, Hugo found his hands well tied behind his back. There was certainly nothing lacking in the girl's knot-tying education. His bonds were not tight enough to cut off the circulation, yet not loose enough to give way.

Lifting his gaze, he found his fair captor kneeling a few feet away from him, her elfin face pale in a halo of wildly curling red hair, hair so long that the ends of it twined amongst the violets below her knees. Her lawn shirt was untucked and sticking to her still-wet body in places, so that her nipples were plainly visible through the thin material.

Quirking up an eyebrow, Hugo realized that the girl was completely unaware of the devastating effect her looks had on him. Or at least, aware only that naked, she made a fetching distraction.

Monday, May 1, 7:45 a.m., limo on the way to school I got up this morning when the alarm rang (even though I hadn't slept a BIT, wondering if Michael had read my book-I KNOW!!! All I could think, all night, was, "Has he read it yet? What about now? Do you think he's read it now?" And then I'd freak out, going, "What do I care if my EX-boyfriend has read my book? Pull yourself together, Mia! It doesn't matter what HE thinks! What about your CURRENT boyfriend?" and then I'd lie awake freaking out about J.P. Had HE read it? What had HE thought about it? Had HE liked it? What if he hadn't?), and pulled Fat Louie off my chest and staggered to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth, and as I was staring at myself in the mirror (and the way my hair was sticking up in funny clumps-thank G.o.d I finally got more phytodefrisant), it suddenly hit me.

I'm eighteen.

And a legal adult.

And a princess (of course).

But now, thanks to the information Tina gave me yesterday, I'm pretty sure I'm basically the only virgin left in this year's Albert Einstein High's graduating cla.s.s.

Yeah. Do the math: Tina and Boris-lost it this past summer.

Lilly and Kenneth? Obviously, they've been having s.e.x for ages. You can just tell by the way they fondle each other in the hallway (which, thanks: I so want to see that on my way to Trig). So inappropriate.

Lana? Please. She left her virginity behind back in the days of one Mr. Josh Richter.

Trisha? Ditto, although not with Josh. At least, I'm pretty sure, unless he's an even bigger dog than any of us suspect (likely).

Shameeka? The way her dad guards her like she's all the gold in Fort Knox combined? She told me last year she busted out in the tenth grade (not that any of us ever suspected, she was that discreet about it) with that senior she was dating, what's-his-name.

Perin and Ling Su? No comment.

And then there's my boyfriend, J.P. He says he's been waiting his whole life for the right person, and he knows that person is me, and when I'm ready, he'll be ready, too. He can wait for all eternity, if he has to.

Which leaves who?

Oh, yeah. Me.

And G.o.d knows I've never done it, despite what everyone (well, okay, Tina) apparently seems to think.

Honestly? It's just never come up. Between J.P. and me, I mean. Except for the whole J.P. being willing to wait for all eternity thing (such a refreshing change from my last boyfriend). I mean, for one thing, J.P. is the epitome of gentlemanlike behavior. He is completely unlike Michael in that regard. He has never let his hands drift below my neck for so much as a second while we're kissing.

Truthfully, I'd be worried he wasn't interested if he hadn't told me that he respects my boundaries and doesn't want to go any further than I'm prepared to.

Which is very nice of him.

The thing is, I don't really know what my boundaries are. I've never had a chance to test my boundaries out. With J.P., anyway.

It was just so...different, I guess, when I was going out with Michael. I mean, he never asked about my boundaries. He just sort of went for it, and if I had any objections, I was supposed to speak up. Or move his hand. Which I did. Frequently. Not because I didn't like where it was, but because his-or my-parents or roommate were always walking in.

The problem with Michael was that when things started getting going, in the heat of the moment, and all, I often didn't want to say something-or move his hand-because I liked what was going on too much.

That's my problem-the other thing-my horrible, terrible secret that I can never tell anyone, not even Dr. K: With J.P., I never feel that way. Partly because things never get that far. But also because...well.

I suppose I could just do what Tina did with Boris, and jump his bones. I've seen J.P. in his bathing suit (he's come to visit me in Genovia) plenty of times. But jumping his bones has just never occurred to me. It's not like he's not hot or anything. He totally works out. Lana says J.P. makes Matt Damon from the Bourne movies look like Oliver from Hannah Montana.

I just don't know what's wrong with me! It's not like I've lost my s.e.x drive, because yesterday during the wrestling match over the iPhone with Michael, and again, when he hugged me-it was there, all right.

It just doesn't seem to be there with J.P. That's the Other Thing.

This isn't something I particularly want to think about on my birthday, though. Not when I've already had the joyous wonder of waking up in the morning and looking at myself in the mirror and realizing I'm eighteen; I'm a princess; and I'm a virgin.