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 rule that says it took at least a week to shift from boyfriend to friend. I needed a grieving period.

“How’d it go?”

I shrugged. “Fine.” 

“Are you done now?”

“Yeah.” I glanced toward the door. 

“Well, so are we.” He motioned to Katy, who had caught up with him. “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 the worst best friend to ever exist. I didn’t understand why he thought putting me in the same car as my ex for maybe four hours was an okay idea. 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 were grinding on me. We reached Chris’s silver four-door truck, and I skidded to a halt when I saw Katy go for the passenger side. 

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

“You’re on one today,” laughed Chris.

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

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

I shrugged. “Yep.”

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

I glared at the back of his 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 down. I was not in the mood to be tormented by someone who had just stomped on my heart, which probably put out that stupid spark she said was missing. 

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

“Dramatic.” Chris glanced at me. “Overreacts over the little things.”

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

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

“No, I didn’t,” I snapped, glaring at the floor. 

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 is the old-fashioned type,” said Chris. “He takes things slow, extremely slow.”

I shoved my knee 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’ve never had a girlfriend long enough to reach that point.”

“Shut up,” I said through clenched teeth.

“So, it’s true.” 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 had a ton of ex-girlfriends, and they’ve all said he’d never take advantage of anyone. So we started to wonder if he’s even 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 eighteen-year-old virgin boy in the whole school.” She stuck out her tongue.

“You’ve never been on overachiever. Kindergarten twice, right?” laughed Chris.

“My family moved, so my mom had me do it again! I didn’t tell you that to tease me about it.” I lay across the seat and hid my face in my book bag. “Not everyone is running around having sex, so 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,” I shot back. “Losing it is not a requirement for graduation.”

“It explains a lot, though,” breathed Katy, facing forward in her seat. “Maybe you’re asexual.”

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

They gave me amused smiles as we pulled into the 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. She deserved that.

“Idiot.” Chris cursed under his breath. “Stupid, faggot. He’ll get someone killed driving like that.”

The two kept complaining as I lay there. So what if I hadn’t done it yet. I didn’t see a problem. I hadn’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.