My name is Carly Cameron. My family and close friends call me CC. I just turned 18 last week. I celebrated by going out to dinner with my parents.
I'm in my last year of high school and I'm an advanced student who gets straight A's. I'm headed to Uni in the fall to study Criminal psychology. I study hard and don't really have time to work so I do a lot of babysitting. It allows me plenty of study time and offers good pay.
I work pretty steady for three families. Between them I make almost the same as my friends do working. I'm saving all my money for next year because my classes will be pretty heavy. I don't want to work but I don't want to be broke either.
During one of my rare free afternoons I like to get out on the trails and walk. Our city sports hundreds of miles of walking/biking trails and parks. It's beautiful to go down and hike along the river. I'm a solitary creature, somewhat shy and very reserved. I don't have many friends because all my hobbies and interests are solitary things. Puzzles, painting, reading.
Up until recently I did have a boyfriend but he got tired of begging me for sex. I'm still a virgin and want to stay that way for awhile longer. Jordan thought that if he waited long enough I'd put out and stomped home in a rage when he figured out it wasn't going to happen.
It wasn't that I didn't like the idea of sex it was just that so far I hadn't really met the right person. I had yet to meet anyone that turned me on. I had hoped it would be Jordan but it hadn't. Anyway, He's now happily humping Amy the head cheerleader at my school. It's a little uncomfortable being singled out by them in the hallways between classes but I can handle it. I've been called worse names than "Ice Queen" and "Elsa the Frozen."
See the trouble is Amy and I look a lot alike. We could pass as sisters and did when we used to be best friends. We both have long silky blond hair and stormy grey eyes. Hers are a bit more black and mine a bit more blue. We have thick dark lashes and peaches and cream skin. I'm slightly shorter and more petite. I reach 5'5 and weigh 100 pounds. Amy is 5'6 and 120 pounds. Both Amy and I are C cups and I'm a little less curvy but basically we are by many standards beautiful girls. The resemblance ends there.
Amy puts out. I don't. She is outgoing and vivacious. I hate being the centre of attention. She drives. I walk. I could go on. My friendship with Amy ended on bad terms. Because she put out the guys we hung around wanted and expected me to put out too. They pressured me a lot for sex and Amy pressured me to give it up too. Eventually Amy and I fought about it and went our separate ways but not before some vicious name calling, tears and hurt feelings.
I arrived home after another long day. No one was home. Dad worked every day till 6 as a manager at a car plant. Mom did shift work at the hospital as an E.R. Nurse. There was a note for me on the fridge.
"CC,
Put groceries away, walk Pete and empty dishwasher please. There's 40 on my dresser for you. Dads not coming home till late. He's going to the game. I'm on nights remember?
See you at breakfast,
Mom
P.S. Mr. Dewitt called. They need you tonight at 7"
I fished my cell out of my back pocket. First I called the Dewitt's. It was to be a late night. Nick would be home by 11 but Cathy would be later. Both parents had to be there for one of them to drive me home so I was just going to stay over.
Then I called Pete. He is a massive bouvier that likes to sleep on my bed. Preferably with me in it too but he'd happily camp there and wait for me to join him. My parents got him when I turned 16 and I loved him.
Pete and I walked for forty minutes. I gave him fresh water and fixed us our supper. I did my chores quick and collected my money. Then I packed and put my school bag and my overnight bag by the door. Pete and I snuggled on the couch watching a movie while I waited for Mr D to pick me up. The movie I was watching was not that exciting and Pete and I fell asleep.
I woke up to the doorbell. Damn! I meant to be ready! I jumped up and ran to the door looking sleepy eyed and bedraggled. Mr D was there and I could tell he had been there a few minutes. He looked impatient.
"Hey Carly. What took so long? I rang the doorbell a dozen times."
"Sorry Mr D! I fell asleep with Pete on the couch but I'm ready."
Mr D laughed. "That hungry looking Jamaican will eat you alive one day Carly. Mark my words!"
I giggled. "Petes a harmless teddy bear Mr D."
"To you Carly, only to you."
I said goodbye to Pete who was at the door growling like a savage at Mr. D. Who was standing a healthy distance away. He licked my cheek as I pet him quick and told him to be good. I grabbed my bags, slipped out and locked up. Not that anyone would get in with Pete there but it was the responsible thing to do.
Now that it was safe, Mr D took my bag and walked me to the passenger side door of his car. He opened my door for me and deposited my bag on the back seat. We made conversation on the way back to his place.
"How's school going?" Asked Mr D.
"It's okay I guess" I sighed.
"Uh oh" laughed Mr D. "Just ok? Carly our passionate student said school is ok? What happened to 'School is awesome Mr D' and 'Oh fabulous Sir'? He teased.
"I broke up with Jordan."
Me D lost his teasing tone. "Sorry to hear that Carly." He glanced over at me. "What happened?"
"Well you remember Amy? She babysat with me a few times in grade 9."
Mr D's eyebrows went up. "The one that could pass as your twin?"
"Yes" I said.
"Ok. What about her?"
"She puts out."