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"(Y/N), listen to me. Luke is literally the best sex I have ever had in my life. And you know me personally, so me saying that is the ultimate stamp of approval!" Grace babbled to you, her best friend, flailing one of her arms wildly to make her point come across stronger, while the other held her books to her chest.
It was Monday morning, and you and Grace were walking to your lockers that were fortunately right next to each other.
"I still don't get the hype about him," you shrugged as you reached the bright blue, metal door and started spinning your combination into the lock. 15...25...10... click, pop. "Sure, he's attractive. I'll give him that much. But he seems like a total douche. Girls probably only fuck him for the popularity and the right to say that they did. In fact, I bet he pays them all. He paid you to have sex with him, and then tell me that it was great so I would do it, too," you laughed as you sorted your books into the small space and took out the one you needed for your first class. "Oh, my god, just listen to me! Do you need me to go into excruciating detail? Because I wouldn't mind. Not only is he the hottest guy in this fucking hellhole, he's also the best one I've ever been with. I'm so glad I got a piece of him before we graduate. Girl, you need to hurry up and get a ride, we only have two months left!" Grace squealed, and then giggled enthusiastically. "It was actually really good. This time you need to trust the hype."
You just shrugged again. "Grace, you literally have sex with everyone. And every Monday after a weekend like that, you come and tell me how great it was. I'm starting to lose trust in your judgment." "This is coming from someone who's only had sex with, like, one person and he didn't look very experienced either. It's easy to say that I don't trust your judgment either. Stop being so uptight. I really think you should have sex with him before we graduate in May. Even if you do think it sucks, at least he's easy on the eyes no matter what!" Grace teased. "Plus, you'll never have to sleep with him again. He never does that. And you certainly won't see him again after we graduate."
You closed your locker and then sighed as you turned back to face your friend. You supposed that Grace had a point. The only person you had ever had sex with was your past boyfriend Tommy in your sophomore and junior year. And to be honest, as much as you had bragged that he had been good... He really wasn't. It wouldn't hurt to sleep with someone extremely attractive that the entire female population in the school went on and on about. You sighed once more and gave Grace an apprehensive grimace. "How do you suggest I get his attention and make him want to have sex with me then?" Grace smiled triumphantly and then just laughed as you closed you own locker and then resumed walking next to you to your first class of the day. "Oh please, you already have his attention. If he wanted me, then he totally wants you next," you said.
"There's a party," you continued, "this Friday night like there always is. You just have to be there looking hot and desperate for him and he'll go for you. Don't worry. It'll be a good night. Ooh, can I pick out your outfit and do your makeup? It's all gonna work out. We should make you a two-month bucket list that you can do before graduation. This is the first one on the list," Grace babbled endlessly as you both walked into your class.
So you agreed to let Grace help you get ready, and now you were standing in front of the full length mirror at 7 pm on Friday night, taking in your whole appearance. Grace had continued talking about you idea for you two-month bucket list while you had been doing your makeup. You had obviously drowned all that out and ignored you. But the results were worth the torture. Your eye shadow was done beautifully with soft, shimmery colors that actually made your eyes stand out and appear bigger. And your cheeks were really, actually glowing under the bedroom lights. Grace had forced you into a tight black dress, telling you that you couldn't wear skinny jeans or any other average dress if you wanted Luke to take note of your body.
