Elisa-Marie's Guide To First Flings (TEMPORARILY ON HOLD!!!)

(2) She gets served

I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own sweat. God! How I hated sleep-sweating, but it always came naturally.

I got out of bed, took a long-deserved shower and threw on some clothes.

I took a look in the mirror and eyed myself to my partially brushed hair to my boots, and as I did so, every single thing Stella said yesterday came back to my head. Everything about how much of a tacky and hideous virgin I was.

For some reason, I started to feel like I should be more cautious of what I wore to school, or any other place I was ever bound to go throughout my life.

I never felt this way before, what was happening to me?

I took off my baggy sweater, boots and jeans and went for a floral designed dress and a pair of felt shoes to complete the look, "Maybe I should just go in this instead," I murmured to myself, picked up my bag, and left my room

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"Good morning Elimar! Come! Grab a plate! Your brother made us pancakes!" Stella called out as I dismounted the last step. I hated to admit it, but she was looking gorgeous, she really was the best when it came to fashion.

"Bryson? In the kitchen? How burnt are those pancakes?" I asked Stella as I entered into the dining.

"Oh, sorry, did I say pancakes? I meant solid ashes," Stella replied with a squeezed face.

"Yup, that's more like Bryson," I sat down on my seat and noticed the plate in front of me was mounted with more pancakes than I usually had for breakfast, "Umm...Bryson?!"

"What is it you little brat?!" He answered from the kitchen.

"What is going on in my plate?! You know I never eat this much!...especially when it comes to your burnt crispy pancakes!" I shouted while pushing the plate away from me.

Oops...sorry, that was my handwork, not Bryson's...I couldn't really bring myself to eat such filth...so I thought you might want some," Stella said with an evil smirk on her face. That smirk I hate so much.

I got up angrily and headed for the fridge instead, "Where the fuck is mom?! And why in the hell would she let Bryson do breakfast?!"

"Well, your mom and dad had to leave for their work super early today, so...voilà," She answered.

"Whatever," I grabbed a few slices of bread and attempted leaving for school, but that's when I heard it.

"Bye virgin!" Stella teased, but I didn't exactly find that funny, someone else did though.

I started hearing my brother's laughter as he was passing the dining and heading for the stirs.

I couldn't hold myself, "Perve!" I shouted out to him, making him stop instantly.

"Well, at least I've had sex...I can't even count how many times," he bragged, and Stella supported him.

"Oh my God! That's totally awesome! And now that I think about it... I can't even count mine either!" They both laughed very loudly at the same time.

They were so irritating, "You two are like a whole new edition of nasty perverts! And you're proud!" I shot at them to defend myself. They had no right to laugh at me for keeping myself pure.

What so special about sex anyway? "I don't get what you guys see in sex."

Bryson entered into the dining at my words, he had this irritating smirk on his face. While Stella got up from her seat.

They both walked towards me like it was some sort of assassination.

"What do we see in sex?" Stella asked mockingly, which offended me but I tried my best not to show it.