Seventeen years old. Tanya met me at my locker and held a piece of mistletoe over my head. “It’s not Christmas,” I said. “The Druids didn’t have to wait for Christmas.” She kissed me hard on the lips in front of everyone. And she slid her tongue into my mouth. It was the Druids who had brought us together, so they were often a part of our intimate conversations. “After school today, we should go do something special. My treat.” “Let’s make a stone circle and worship the sun,” I said. “Maybe build a fire and dance naked around it.” “Be serious.” “I am,” I teased. “Let’s do something you really want to do.” “Okay, then. There’s someone I’d like for you to meet.” “Gotta run,” she said as the bell rang. She lifted the mistletoe again and kissed me one more time. Then she pressed it into my hand and headed off down the hall as I stood there watching her, realizing how much I enjoyed just watching the girl walk. As I was turning to put the mistletoe into my locker, I saw something out of the corner of my eye — another girl walking towards me as the crowd of students in the hall was thinning.
