Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover

chapter5: It is on

"She left a mark," Andy was smirking at my left cheek.

"Honestly, I expected more from the prude," Kyle added as I whipped out my phone to catch my reflection on its screen. I was no narcissist but my face was a valuable asset to me.

No marks of violence. I sighed in relief and added, "Me too."
She was sitting in the cafeteria as well, in a corner, with her friends obviously consoling her in her teary state.

"I don't really understand why she's so sad. She wasn't even a virgin." I was confused.

"Look at her. She is kinda hot-ish..." Kyle muttered, " It's hard to believe that she wasn't satisfying in bed. What say you, Andy?... Andy?"
Both of us turned to him. Andy's attention was elsewhere.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him as he ogled a table of relatively average looking girls.

He looked at us, "So, what do you think of that one?"

"Who?" I looked that way.

"Maggie, the red-head."

Kyle studied the girls under his gaze finally settled on Maggie, registering confusion, "Oh, I thought her name was... uh... never mind."

"So?" Andy questioned.

"So what?" I questioned back plainly even though I knew where this conversation was going.

Kyle, intervening before Andy could answer," Sorry to break your red-tinted bubble, buddy, but no."

"Why no? I called dibs!" he whined.

"You're not getting that dare. 'Cause past tense, dude, she's been done with."

"Huh? By whom?" Andy turned to him, curiosity evident in his expression which slowly morphed to rage,
"Why you..?!"

"What?" Kyle dodged as he tried to punch to his arm,"Be faster next time, slowpoke."

I smiled at my friends. We were best friends since kindergarten. Inseparable, doing the craziest things together. We were called the three musketeers. And from this musketeer idea, very recently, there had evolved the concept of missions.

Or adventures.

Or as Andy liked to call them, the conquest of uncharted lands.

Andrew Turner, the brain, who surprisingly managed to keep his grades good despite his nocturnal extra-curricular activities. We'd been the best of friends since we were four. I loved him like a brother. Sometimes it seemed like we had two houses and four parents and three siblings total.
When the idea of making bets on sleeping with girls came up he was the one to resist.

But not for long.

He was the one that brought the science, tactics, tips... well basically the booze and the condoms.
Girls usually fell for his Logan Lerman looks and came to him in order to fulfill their ultimate "taming the bad boy" dream. Well, their call.

And then there was Kyle, Kyle Karsten. He moved here when he was 5 and refused to be bullied by us, after many failed attempts at making him a loser, we finally gave up and signed a peace treaty. With that, I found I friend in him I'm sure I wouldn't trade for anything.
The smug expression he'd taken up with Andy was a signature one. This was the one constant thing about him since childhood, otherwise turning into a tall, muscled dude from a scrawny pushover, he had intimidating presence for both the sexes, and then he took the girls by surprise by his gentleman-like ways. They didn't even know what hit 'em.

That was probably why he was the one ahead of us in the V-count*.

But not by much of a difference.

We were the same, never staying with the same girl for more than a week.

We were really experienced by now, or so I'd like to believe... But this thing with Alaricka and now Maggie... We never missed a mark, we were accurate when it came to women, so what went wrong now?
"How do you know if someone is a virgin?" I asked out loud. Andy and Kyle stopped their conversation and looked at me, obviously wondering where this came from.
"How can you be really sure if she's been taken or not?"

Andy looked at Kyle who said, "Darren, my buddy, isn't it easy?"

"This thing with Maggie..."

"I believe I can help you with understanding the situation, my friend," his gestured towards the various assortment of girls, "See that one over there, the ugly one with the braces?"
We turned toward a plump girl in a yellow cardigan munching on a carrot. Her braces caught the light as she munched away like a slob.
"Yeah? That's a virgin." he smiled.

"Check this out," Andy countered with irritation, obviously pissed about the Maggie thing," the dude sitting next to her is fulfilling all her dirty needs," Andy eyes fixed on the equally dorky dude sitting next to her, with horn-rimmed glasses and a book. The way he was comfortably leaning towards her, it seemed Andy was right.
I nodded in agreement.

Kyle ignored this with a small shake of his head. He probably hadn't even heard what Andy said. His eyes were glazed slightly, his mouth slightly hung open and eyebrows raised like a quizzical teacher. I knew that look. I'd seen it before. I turned around just as he murmured,
"That one."
There stood a tall girl about five tables away, in a yellow flowery summer dress that was a few inches above her knees, with her back towards us.

We all stared.

"That is a hot piece of ass." Andy agreed.
"Been a while since I've seen legs like that." I nodded. She was on her phone. She shook her head and her straight dark hair waved. She really was sexy. I could tell without even seeing her face.

"Virgin." Kyle breathed out,"I wish."
"Yep." Andy smiled without even taking his eyes off of her.

"Guys, I don't think somebody would miss an opportunity like that, I mean, look at her!"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Kyle was smirking slyly at Andy.

"Dude, we were talking vir-....." I started.

"IT IS ON!" Andy's voice earned him stares from all around.

I wanted to pull my hair out in exasperation.

"Guys!"

"Weiner!" Andy turned to me.

"But..."

"Dipshit." Kyle said in a plain, mocking tone.

"FUCK YOU IT IS ON!!!" I shouted, pumping my fist in the process, feeling sorry for the poor girl already.