I heard Stacy moan softly beside me as she, I assumed, took in the sight of my estranged friend. She leaned over and whispered to me, “Forget that pizza guy. You should move on to someone like him.”

"Vanilla Sky?" Kent inquired with a raise of his eyebrow. "Really?" The question hung there for a moment before he spoke again. "I pegged you losing it to Princess Bride." He grinned.

I felt tears pricking at my eyes. He'd heard. He'd heard everything, and he thought it was a joke. He thought I was a joke. He thought a guy taking my virginity was hilarious. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I couldn't look at him. I jumped off the machine and ran to the lady’s locker room.

I heard Stacy yelling my name just before I sunk onto the teak slotted bench. Almost as soon as I sat down, there was a knock at the door and Kent’s voice drifted through it.

“Elly. I was just having some fun. Please, come out.”

Having fun? My pain was fun for him? We’d seen each other a total of thirty minutes in the past several months and he thought it gave him the liberty to poke fun at me? “Go away!”

I wiped at my burning eyes and stared at my knees. Briefly I wondered where the hell Stacy was. She was supposed to have my back and fend off stupid boys. All of them. Especially right now since I’d just had the worst male experience of my life. Or close to it.

"Either you come out, or I'm coming in,” he said from the other side of the door. "You know I was just messing with you."

Messing with me. Hmph. The only one messing with me was that bastard Kyle and he wouldn’t be doing it anymore. I wished at that moment that Kyle were the one about to bust through the door so I could kick him squarely in his balls. Didn’t his mother teach him any manners?

After a few seconds I heard him counting, “One… Two…”

I stayed right where I was. I didn’t think Kent had the balls to come into the girl’s locker room. He might see naked bodies or something and that would be too much for his newly lasered eyeballs to handle. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for him to go away. I could outlast him.

I was surprised by how quickly my pain was turning into anger. The door opened and there was Kent standing in it. "If there's any other women in here, I'm sorry. I have a friend to talk to." He had one hand over his eyes, the fingers were cracked so they weren't completely covered.

“I’m not your friend, not anymore.” I turned around so my back was to him. Seriously, where the hell was Stacy?