I handed in my test to my English teacher and slipped out of the room. My brain was working on fumes. As soon as I got home, I was going straight to bed. I wandered through the hall, occasionally waving at someone as I passed. My head was done for the day, and I didn’t really know who I was saying goodbye to.

“Aden!”

I flinched and glanced over my shoulder. Chris was jogging toward me with Katy close behind. I really didn’t want to see her at that moment. There should be an unwritten law that said it took at least a week to shift from boyfriend to friend. I needed a grieving period.

“How’d it go?”

I shrugged. “Fine.”

“You’re done now?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I glanced toward the door. “I’m on my way home.”

“Well, so are we.” He motioned to Katy, who had caught up with us. “Katy asked for a ride. That’s okay, right?”

I let out a deep breath. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine. Chris had just won the award for worst best friend to ever exist. I don’t understand why he thought putting me in the same car as my ex of maybe four hours was alright. However, I didn’t feel like walking home either.

“Great.” He led the way to the parking lot.

I walked behind them, glaring at their backs. Their constant flirting and laughing was grinding on me. We reached Chris’s silver four-door dodge, and I skidded to a halt when I saw Katy go for the passenger side.

If there wasn’t people standing around, I would have blown up right there. She had given away my seat, and now she was taking it. I stomped over to the back door behind the driver’s side and flopped inside. Tossing my book bag across the truck, I put my knees up against Chris’s seat.

“You’re on one today,” laughed Chris.

“I just failed all my classes, so leave me alone,” I snapped.

“I need to stop by the bank and deposit some money for my mom, is that okay?”

I shrugged. “Yep.”

Chris just laughed and pulled out of the parking lot. “Was he always this cheerful with you?”

I glared at the back of my friend’s head. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah, we know,” he chuckled.

Katy started to laugh too.

Chris was my best friend, so I was fine with him teasing me, but she could shut it. I was in no mood to be tormented by someone who just stomped on my heart, which probably put out that stupid spark she said was missing.

“Aden’s always been that way. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he just pouts about it.”

“Dramatic,” Chris glanced back at me. “Overreacts about little stuff.”

“I do not.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

Katy giggled. “You should have seen the first time we kissed. He blushed so hard.”

“No, I didn’t,” I snapped, staring at the ground. She wasn’t telling it right. She surprised me in front of a bunch of people, my parents being among them. My face reacted naturally. I couldn’t help it.

“Aden’s the old fashioned type,” said Chris. “He takes things slow, extremely slow.”

I shoved my knee hard into the back of his seat. “Not every guy is obsessed with sex.” I folded my arms across my chest. “Some of us have morals.”

“Ha!” Chris laughed. “Just admit you never had a girlfriend long enough to reach that point.”

“Shut up,” I hissed.

“So, it’s true then,” Katy turned around in her seat. “You’re still a virgin?”

My eyes grew wide, and I felt my face heat up. “What?” I faked a smile.

Chris was having trouble breathing; he was laughing so hard. “Where did you hear that?”

Katy turned forward. “It’s Aden. Everyone knows he has a ton of exes, and the girls he has dated all say he would never take advantage of anyone. So we started to wonder if he’s ever actually done it yet.”

I was shooting death rays at Chris.

“Yeah-”

“Don’t you dare,” I snapped.

“So it is true,” said Katy, looking back at me. “You’re probably the only seventeen year old virgin boy in the whole school,” she teased, sticking out her tongue.

“There could be others,” I muttered, laying across the seat, hiding my face in my book bag. “You don’t know for sure.”

“Like I said, he’s old fashioned,” chuckled Chris. “I guess holding on to his V-card goes along with it.”

“Shut up Chris,” I said firmly. “It’s not a requirement to lose it to graduate.”

“Explains a lot, though,” breathed Katy, facing forward in her seat. “Maybe he’s asexual?”

“Shut up!” I sat up and glared at them both. “My sexuality is none of your business.”

They just gave me amused smiles as we pulled into bank’s drive through. A flaming red sports car zipped in front of us, and Chris slammed on the brakes. Katy was thrown into the dash, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. She deserved that.

“Idiot,” he muttered, before cursing under his breath. “Stupid faggot. He’ll get someone killed driving like that.”

The two kept complaining about nothing as I laid across the back seat.

So what if I hadn’t done it yet. I didn’t see a problem. I just haven’t found the right person. Though, I’ve dated most of the girls in my class and a couple older, and maybe a few younger too. Katy was right. I should just accept I might be asexual.