Virgin at eighteen.

Chapter 1

"Shit!", Angela cursed loudly, startling Rebecca out of her slumber.

A pair of slightly unfocused brown eyes darted sideways to meet those of her best friend, Angela.

"Why the hell are shouting...again?!?"

"Some jerk interjected me like he owns this road! Somebody should tell that a**hole that he's not in a damn countryside!"

"And maybe someone should tell you this is a damn car and not your beauty parlour where you are having your touch up..." Sarcasm dripped from Rebeccas' words.

Angela glared at her best friend but inwardly relented that, like always, Rebecca had a point. Like a petulant child, she tossed her gloss onto the dashboard. College was resuming today after the summer vacations. The thought brought a smile on Angela's face. She was glad; glad to be back among friends again. She glanced at her BFF who had dozed off again. Rebecca had been her friend since kindergarten and also her neighbour. They had practically grown up together.

Stevensons High loomed ahead. For the umpteenth time Angela marvelled at the majestic beauty of the building which had withstood the tauntings of time. She was home...

Chapter 2 [ Angela's P.O.V]

I lightly shook the sleeping beauty beside me. Rebecca stirred and, with what-seemed-a-Herculean effort, pried open her eyes.

"Ohmygod! We're here!"  Her early lethargy forgotten, Rebecca stormed out of the car, giggling like a five year old.

No, seriously!?!  But whatever! Her enthusiasm was infectious and soon I had a goofy grin on my face. I got down and locked the door of my gleaming new Sedan. Oh yes, being the only child of rich parents had its perks! With a steadying breath, I squared my shoulders and strode over to Rebecca.

No sooner had I advanced a few steps than I was crushed in a big bear hug.

"Whoa! Christian! Let go of me!" I feigned a hurt look and failed miserably. I hugged him back. What the hell! Christian was the typical all-american boy: 6 feet tall, built like a hunk with gorgeous blue eyes, a mop of wavy blond hair and a face that belonged to Vogue Magazine.

Although I was a good 5'6 feet, my frame was dwarfed by that of Chris. Oh, how much I've missed those strong arms! Whoa, clarification time! Chris is like my second BFF, not my boyfriend!

"I've missed you like hell Angie... Why the heck did you have to go to Colorado for holidays?" His blue eyes were indignant but a teasing gleam lurked in those blue depths... and something else to which I could not put a name. Before I could ponder this any further, Rebecca bounded to us like a pixie and, literally, leapt at Chris! Chris effortlessly plucked her out of the air and hugged her.

"Hey Rebs!"

"Hey Chrissy!"

I mentally rolled my eye as my two friends teased each other with their ridiculous pet names.  Chris always called me Angie although it irked the hell out of me!

"Break it up you two. Come on now, we'll be late!" For an unknown reason, this came out harsher than I intended. Rebecca smiled knowingly while Chris seemed unperturbed by my outburst.

"Hey, where's the fire?" Rebecca asked with a teasing smile. But why...???

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