Five High School best friends are close to exiting their senior year. With prom close by, they decide to make a pact to lose their virginity. Will everything go as planned for this group of teenagers or will everything fall apart?
Chris 'Oz' Ostreic...
I take a deep breath in, hoping my plan is going to work. It needs to work. I can't go to prom dateless. It's kinda sad to see a girl alone on prom night, especially if she's a senior. I slide my backpack over my shoulder before walking over to a fellow senior, Matt, who is at this locker.
"Hey, Matt." I say, leaning against the locker beside him.
"Oh, hey, Jack!" He smiles widely, closing the door.
"Do you have a date to prom yet?" I ask, softly, biting my lip.
"Why? Aren't you going with Oz?" He raises an eyebrow with a smirk.
"No. We're not dating if that's what you think." I giggle slightly.
"You're not?" He asks, leaning against the lockers as well. "Well, let's hope the rest of the rumors are true then...Would..."
"Wait...What rumors?" I ask, confused.
"You don't have to pretend, Jackie. Everyone knows you've fucked the whole lacrosse team." He chuckles, slightly shrugging.
"I...what?" I ask, raising my voice slightly as I stand straight.
His eyes widen. "I guess it's not true..."
"Explain. Now." I snap, trying not to show my real emotion.
"Word through the grapevine is that Oz broke up with you so you fucked the whole lacrosse team to get back at him." He stutters slightly.
I bite my lip to hold back the tears. "Well, they're wrong."
I push past him and run down the hall. Who would say spread such a thing? I've never been mean to anyone, except Oz's first girlfriend that dumped him in middle school, and suddenly I'm talked about all over school? I can't believe this. I shake my head and wipe the few tears that slide down my cheeks.
I made it to the library where the group was going to study a few minutes later and open the door. Glancing around, I spot my brother in the back corner. I walk quickly over to him and sit down to the left of him at the end of the table. I look down into my backpack after putting it in my lap as I lean against my arm, hoping the guys won't notice my eyes were puffy.
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I'm sitting across from Oz who is sitting next to Stifler while Kevin and Finch sit at another table close by.
"Fuck me! There's going to be a naked Eastern-European chick in your house and you're telling me you're not gonna do anything about that?" Stifler says, leaning back in his chair.
"What am I gonna do? Broadcast her over the internet?" Jim scoffs, looking down at his book.
"You can do that?" Kevin asks, turning to look at our table.
"No way! I can't do that to her." He shakes his head.
"Damn it, Jim, get some fucking balls. If you don't have the guts to photograph a naked chick in your room, how are you ever gonna sleep with one?" Stifler says, shrugging.
