I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own sweat. God! How I hated sleep-sweating, but it always came naturally.

I got out of bed, took a long-deserved shower and threw on some clothes.

I took a look in the mirror and eyed myself to my partially brushed hair to my boots, and as I did so, every single thing Stella said yesterday came back to my head. Everything about how much of a tacky and hideous virgin I was.

For some reason, I started to feel like I should be more cautious of what I wore to school, or any other place I was ever bound to go throughout my life.

I never felt this way before, what was happening to me?

I took off my baggy sweater, boots and jeans and went for a floral designed dress and a pair of felt shoes to complete the look, "Maybe I should just go in this instead," I murmured to myself, picked up my bag, and left my room

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"Good morning Elimar! Come! Grab a plate! Your brother made us pancakes!" Stella called out as I dismounted the last step. I hated to admit it, but she was looking gorgeous, she really was the best when it came to fashion.

"Bryson? In the kitchen? How burnt are those pancakes?" I asked Stella as I entered into the dining.

"Oh, sorry, did I say pancakes? I meant solid ashes," Stella replied with a squeezed face.

"Yup, that's more like Bryson," I sat down on my seat and noticed the plate in front of me was mounted with more pancakes than I usually had for breakfast, "Umm...Bryson?!"

"What is it you little brat?!" He answered from the kitchen.

"What is going on in my plate?! You know I never eat this much!...especially when it comes to your burnt crispy pancakes!" I shouted while pushing the plate away from me.

Oops...sorry, that was my handwork, not Bryson's...I couldn't really bring myself to eat such filth...so I thought you might want some," Stella said with an evil smirk on her face. That smirk I hate so much.

I got up angrily and headed for the fridge instead, "Where the fuck is mom?! And why in the hell would she let Bryson do breakfast?!"

"Well, your mom and dad had to leave for their work super early today, so...voilà," She answered.

"Whatever," I grabbed a few slices of bread and attempted leaving for school, but that's when I heard it.

"Bye virgin!" Stella teased, but I didn't exactly find that funny, someone else did though.

I started hearing my brother's laughter as he was passing the dining and heading for the stirs.

I couldn't hold myself, "Perve!" I shouted out to him, making him stop instantly.

"Well, at least I've had sex...I can't even count how many times," he bragged, and Stella supported him.

"Oh my God! That's totally awesome! And now that I think about it... I can't even count mine either!" They both laughed very loudly at the same time.

They were so irritating, "You two are like a whole new edition of nasty perverts! And you're proud!" I shot at them to defend myself. They had no right to laugh at me for keeping myself pure.

What so special about sex anyway? "I don't get what you guys see in sex."

Bryson entered into the dining at my words, he had this irritating smirk on his face. While Stella got up from her seat.

They both walked towards me like it was some sort of assassination.

"What do we see in sex?" Stella asked mockingly, which offended me but I tried my best not to show it.

"Yes! What?!" I demanded an answer.

They both spend a moment staring at me before they turned to each other and shared a look, "The virgins would never understand" Bryson taunted.

"You're right, they wouldn't," Stella joined in.

They're both ganging up on me, that's not fair! I thought.

And without further consideration, I ran out of the dining, through the door and off to school.

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"Elisa-Marie! Where were you?! You often come much earlier than this!" Paisley exclaimed with a smile as I ran to where she and Fabiola stood in the hallway.

"Yeah, umm...I was just a little scattered today, that's all," I opened up my locker and grabbed my books. But before I knew it, Fabiola began tugging at my gown, "Fabiola, what is the matter with you?"

"Remember that day when you told Paisley and I that you were gonna tell Lucas how you felt about him?"

"Umm...Fab, there was never a day like that."

"Ok, I made that up, but then you still have to...and it really has to be now!"

"What? Why now?" At my words, she pulled me away from my locker and turned me around to reveal to me the one and only brightener of my day walking just on the other side of the hallway.

It was Lucas Haynsworth. Oh, and his best friend, Christopher, and the other two cool girls that always walked alongside them.

Everyone cleared the way for them as they passed because Lucas was the centre of attention to the whole school.

His best friend, on the other hand, was also popular, but not so much like Lucas whenever it came to character.

Lucas had charisma and all the girls at school, Christopher didn't have so much charisma nor girls, but that was only because he always pushed those sort of things away.

Christopher was that sort of person who had been used by almost half the girls in the school.

They would always come to him and lead him on, while their intentions would always be to use him to get to Lucas.

He was so used to it that he never even paid attention to any girl anymore, even if Lucas was doing so.

"Go Elisa-Marie, now's your chance, his friends are leaving," Paisley motivated me, and her motivation must have worked like a charm because without another thought, I felt my legs marching slowly over to where he was.

His friends had gone by then so that helped.

But my biggest inspiration was to prove Bryson and Stella wrong. You didn't have to be disvirgined to be respected and loved, you could just earn it like a normal person, and I was going to do just that.

"H-hi," I stuttered as I walked up to where he stood.

He turned to look at me, "Hi?" He replied and rose a brow at me. God! Was he sexy! "May I help you?" He asked with a smirk on his face and rook slow steps towards me.

His hot sexy scent in my nostrils as he came was enough to drive me nuts and think twice about what I had just done.

"Yeah...umm..." I looked back at my friends, they still had both their thumbs up for me.

Looking forward again, I found myself directly facing him. He had moved much more closer to me.

I could have sworn I almost wet myself in my own urine as he spoke his next words.

"You like what you see, right?" He asked in a whisper, but all I could focus on were those dreamy eyes.

I noded unknowingly, I felt like I was under some sort of love spell and I couldn't wake up.

"Well, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but... I don't do virgins," he stopped whispering.

The love spell suddenly felt broken to me, "What?... How did you...?"

"I just do...it shows," He chuckled, and I was pretty sure it was at my ignorance. His words sounded very similar to Stella's from yesterday night.

"Oh," was all I could bring myself to say.

"Hey, cheer up, no need to feel discouraged," he patted my shoulder, then brought out a pen and book from his bag.

I saw a lot of numbered names on the page he was, but I couldn't really make out anyone's due to the way he shook the book while flipping through it.

He wrote down the number twenty-one and asked, "What's your name?"

What?! But I thought we had been in the same class for like six years now, but he still didn't know my name? Wow! That hurt, a lot!

I didn't even understand what he meant, but I just went ahead with the flow, "Elisa-Marie,"  I answered nervously.

He chuckled, "No, don't sneak in your friend's name...just yours."

Ok, I really felt like I should have been offended very badly, but then again, perve was such a good colour on him, "No...umm...Elisa-Marie is my name...it's just one name."

"Oh...I see," he wrote it down beside twenty-one and returned the pen and paper into his bag.

I still wasn't getting any of this though.

"Ok, this is quite simple, run along and go pop yourself open, afterwards you can come back to me...then we'll fuck."

"What?!" I asked in shock. Ok, that was one over straight-forward answer, but then the main problem now was, to get the only guy I liked, I had to have sex?! What was this world turning into?!

I felt like he was studying my face, cause then he asked, "Don't you want to fuck me?"

"What? Of course I do," I slammed my hand onto my mouth, what was I doing?! Why in the hell was I playing along with this madness?! But then again, he was just so hot, and any sane girl would play along to his madness any day.

He smirked, leaned in closer to my ear and began whispering again, "Elizabeth Martha, I don't do virgins cause they're old news."

His whispers in my ear felt amazing, my whole body wavered even if he clearly got my name wrong.

"Umm...it's Elisa-Marie," I corrected in a low tone.

"Oh...of course," he took another moment before continuing, "Go open yourself up, and I promise to give you the time of your life...ok?"

I nodded immensely to indicate my answer.

"Great, until then," He drew away from my ear gradually, and with one last sexy smile, he walked away from me.

I felt like a fallen angel from heaven. Maybe Bryson and Stella were right after all. If Lucas told me to disvirgin myself, then what was I still doing a virgin?

I had to do it, I had to have sex for Lucas.

In the midst of all my thoughts, my friends came screaming my name and tapping me all over, clearly for details of what had just happened between me and Lucas, which I obviously wasn't going to tell them. It wasn't something to tell. Maybe I'll just tell them something else.

"Ok! Spill it! Tell us the deets!" Paisley exclaimed, obviously eager to hear my gist.

I chuckled, "Alright girls, let's get to class, I'll fill you in there."

"OMG! I'm super pumped to hear this!" Fabiola shouted and grabbed my arm while Paisley grabbed onto the other one, and they both began dragging me to class.

"Wait! I don't think I locked my locker yet!"

"Don't worry! I already did! Now spill!" Paisley screamed directly in my ear as she and Fabiola tugged at my arms.

"Ok, fine, I'll say," I began wondering how I was going to put it, "It was actually nothing really, I just walked up to him and told him how much I liked him. He then asked me on a date, but...I declined."

"What?!" Fabiola exclaimed, "Why in the hell would you do that?! He's Lucas Haynsworth!"

"Umm...I know...but then I'd be like super busy with all my studying, so..." I lied and continued, "Anyway, then he..."

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