White Lies

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“What’s it like?” Lilly asked me, when we were up in the dorm after dinner, almost at the end of my first week. I’d somehow come to feel completely at home as a boarder, but still strangely lost as a pupil. “Having a boyfriend, I mean,” she went on. “Like…really having a boyfriend.”

Rae looked up from her book. “Totally weird question, Lils.”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Lilly shot back.

“Why not? I’ve got a boyfriend!” Rae exclaimed.

“Yeah, I meant…real boyfriends…”

“Oh, whatever! I’ve—”

Lilly shushed her with a wave of her hand, and Rae huffed and went back to her book with a: “Fine then.”

She looked over at me, expectantly, and I squirmed.

“I don’t really…I mean, I’ve sort of only been out with Jase…”

“Can I see the photo again?” she asked.

I handed it over, reluctantly, as Lilly scrutinised it once more.

“I just…can’t imagine being that close to a boy,” she said. “Like, that close, with no top on, and…”

“Bloody hell, Lils!”

“What?” she barked at Rae. “I’m asking a question. I don’t see why I should be embarrassed that I haven’t ever—”

“Guys,” I interrupted, “I really don’t think—”

“I’m not, like, asking you to go all Fifty Shades on me,” Lilly pleaded. “But honestly, what it’s like?”

I wasn’t even one hundred per cent sure what she was asking me. I thought I’d made it pretty clear that we hadn’t…so I assumed she just meant – I don’t know – being with someone. And I was going to cop out of the question altogether, when I stopped and thought about it instead.

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