Jon pulled the rock from the worn shoebox he had stowed under his bed. It felt cool to the touch, but warmed as he made his wish.
"I wish that Karyn wouldn't mind that people think she's a slut."
In her room, Karyn set down her homework and lifted her head. She'd felt better after talking to Jon, but now she was beginning to come around on her situation. Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought to herself. Just because people thought she was a slut didn't mean she had to act like one, and she could probably patch things up with her parents given time, though she still hoped that the changes weren't truly permanent.
Besides, she mused, smiling at no one in particular, it could be kind of fun to let loose, at least until she and Jon could figure out how to fix the situation. Why shouldn't she be able to have some fun with it? She hadn't been sexually active before, but now it seemed like she had nothing to lose. If her reputation was already dirt, what was the worst that could happen?
That particular thought stuck with her as she sauntered over to her closet to pick out her wardrobe for the next day.
