Four hours later, we were in the corner booth of a burger place at the mall recapping the events of the party, and oh, Devi was judging me.

“No condom, seriously?”

“I know, I know.” I swirled my onion ring around in ranch dressing, plopped it into my mouth and then sucked a dollop of creamy goodness off my thumb. “I was thinking of getting a douche. I mean, I’ve never douched, but maybe that’ll—”

“Vinegar, which is what douche is, does not cure or prevent STDs, you dink.” She threw a french fry at me. It hit me between the eyes, bopped off my nose and dropped down into my pile of onion rings.

To be belligerent, I plucked it from the pile and ate it.

“I know that,” I said, but I didn’t really know, or I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place. But I really didn’t want to go to a doctor. “I’m just trying to think of what to do the day after.”

This wasn’t how I’d expected our Jack conversation to go. I’d figured she’d give me the old attagirl for rebounding, for looking at Aaron and Samantha and, instead of shriveling because the thought of them turned my stomach, embracing my newfound sexual liberation with Handsome Guy Jack. Instead, she was scolding me.

Hardcore.

“Get tested.” She jabbed me in the forehead with her nail, which hurt, and I winced away. “You don’t know where he’s been. Would you pick up food and eat it off the sidewalk? No? Well, this is worse.”

“It’s probably okay,” I said, frowning. “I mean, chances are it’s okay, right? He’s young.”

“Doesn’t matter. You get tested. There’s no such thing as a little gonorrhea.”

No, there really wasn’t. I knew she was right, knew that the 1 percent chance was worth having a doctor look at me, but my mind was spinning. How would I justify the appointment to my mom? She’d want to know why her healthy-looking daughter wanted to go to the doctor, and telling her that I’d gambled with my cooch didn’t seem like it’d go over well. I was pretty sure that conversation would be worse than the one I was having with Devi.

“I know what you’re doing,” Devi said. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Go to a free clinic. They’ll test you there.”

“A clinic?”

“Yeah, like Planned Parenthood? They do a lot more than abortions. I’m pretty sure there’s one twenty minutes away.”