First Love // H.S.

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'Okay, okay. Ask me a question.' Luke grins. We're halfway through the one hour and 45 minute drive by now.

'I had been thinking about this for a while, but are you a virgin?' I ask. Luke grins even more.

'What makes you think I'm a virgin?' He asks, glancing at me once.

'You're so, I don't know, holy in wanting to take things slow.' I tell.
'I know... and I'm not a virgin.' Luke confesses.
'Good! Because you are twenty! You shouldn't be a virgin at twenty! Unless you're waiting until marriage.' I exclaim.

'Are you a virgin?' Luke asks. I look at him with a frown on my face.

'I was with Harry for almost two years. You think I didn't sleep with him in those two years?' I ask.
'Not what I asked.' Luke answers.

'No, of course I'm not a virgin! Do you remember the day you got deflowered?' I ask.
'Obviously! That was the most special day in my life.' Luke answers.
'Who did it? The ex-girlfriend?' I ask.
'No, a prostitute.' Luke answers, no sign of sarcasm.

'What? No! You're joking.' I exclaim.
'Yes, I am. Um, a girl in my junior year did it after a party.' Luke tells.
'Were you drunk?' I ask.
'No, but she was. It was the worst night of my life.' Luke answers. I let out a high-pitched laugh.

'But you just said it was the most special day in your life!' I call out.
'I was being sarcastic, moron! How about you? When did you lose your V-card?' Luke asks. I chuckle, and look out of the window.

'Twelve September, 2011. It was the day after my seventeenth birthday.' I tell. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I remember every single detail, how nervous I was, how Harry brought me mac and cheese, the tequila...

'Whoa, specific. Do you even remember the time?' Luke asks jokingly.
'No, I'm not that pathetic!' I answer offendedly. Luke chuckles.

'Tell me more about it. Like, did you do it to What Makes You Beautiful?' He asks. I look at him before bursting out in unstoppable laughter.

'Can you imagine! Hearing "you're insecure" while you're fucking someone! And Harry's solo! My God, Luke.' I laugh in tears.

'Yeah, I know that on the eleventh of September the song What Makes You Beautiful was released! Wait! Wait a damn minute!' Luke says, pointing his index finger at me while he glances at me a few times.

'What?' I chuckle.
'You're the girl from the music video! That girl that stands in front of Harry while he's singing his solo! That's where I recognize you from!' Luke exclaims excitedly. I go with my hands through my hair as the memories of that day flash back.

'I got assaulted the evening after that part was recorded.' I tell.
'Whoa, what? By who?' Luke asks surprised.
'Jack. Or no.. um.. His name wasn't Jack. I can't even remember his real name. Anyways, he was my summer fling. It was over really soon, and I got together with Harry like two or three days after that evening.' I explain.

'Jack Dawson?' Luke asks.
'Ugh, I wish! Young Leo is all I need in my life.' I exclaim. Luke chuckles.

'Why does every girl have a crush on young Leonardo DiCaprio?' He asks then.
'He's straight up fucking hot! Have you ever looked at him?' I answer excitedly. Luke lets out another chuckle.

'But the assault... was it bad?' He asks.
'Nah, I actually kind of forgot about it. Didn't really leave a big impression.' I tell.
'That's good to hear.' He says.

'Jack was my first kiss, you know?' I tell.
'You had your first kiss in summer '11? I had it in summer '09.' Luke answers. Oh no, Rock Me is now playing in my brain.