"Hey, Rose, I have a question for you," said Oliver.
We were in French class, working in groups. I had ended up with Oliver. I was trying to work, and I was clearly the only one.
"Yes," I sighed.
"Tell me," he started, "at what age do you want to lose your virginity?"I choked. That was NOT the question I was expecting.
"What?"
"At what age do you want to lose your virginity?" he repeated.
"17" I said without thinking.The truth is, I had never thought about it until that moment. I didn't think I'd need to. But he had asked me... Could it mean... Could he want to...
No. No, Rose. It's just a stupid and random question. Now get back to work, I told myself.
"I want to lose it this year," he said.
I didn't respond.
Later, I was eating a banana, in the school lobby.
Leo came up to me and asked, "Can I get a bite?"
"Sure."After that, I had trouble eating the rest of the banana. Maybe it was because I didn't feel any butterflies in my stomach.

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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.