She stepped from his car, numb and confused. He leaned across the seat, grinning, “See ya on Monday!” Ugh…she hadn’t thought about Monday morning. Everyone at school would titter over the scandal. How they would laugh at her. What did she expect would happen? What did she really think…that HE would actually like HER? She had told all of her friends about their date. The high school football star asking her out! She couldn’t believe her luck. Her nothing-special looks had never attracted a second glance from anyone, let alone a popular guy. He seeemed so polite when he asked her what she was doing Saturday night. He had spoken so nicely to her mother when he picked her up. He commented on her outfit, the one she agonized over all week in anticipation. The one that now she couldn’t wait to get off of herself, perhaps to burn. He took her out to a nice place for supper. But afterwards, in the dark, in the car, he changed. With music playing softly on the radio, his nice words turning angry, the fumbling, the groping, then the searing, unbelievable pain…she slammed the car door and he sped away. She walked to her door, the reality of what had just happened, settling upon her. Fear, nausea and panic gripped her. No one must ever find out. No one must ever know. She wrapped herself in a thin veil of denial. Perhaps no one, not even her mother would see through it.
This week’s word is ‘scandal’
a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it
b : a person whose conduct offends propriety or morality