We laughed and talked for hours, deciding our newfound friendship more important than AP History and Math. We plotted out the loss of her virginity, choosing a fellow she was in crush with, who'd taught me some interesting positions. There were still times when we would compete, for grades, school honors and guys, but we placed our loyalty in our overcoming of all social conventions. The slut and the narc. The virgin and the head.
Appearances are nothing.
Friendship is everything. Perhaps Rayanne and Sharon would have found this comaradierie, if their friendship had been allowed to flower. And then there was Ricki, I mean, Ronni. Funny, sexy, talented. The drama club treated him like a star.