The Virginity Game

Prolouge

*bzzzzz bzzzzzz*

I groggily open my eyes, coming face to face with one of my pillows. A damp stain comes to my attention. Drool. Ew. I squirm around slighty to get away and my pillows begin to engulf me.

Buried alive, I joke to myself.

My hand slowly crawls out from underneath the pillows piled on top of me. Inching towards my night stand, searching for my phone plugged in. I manage to knock my alarm clock over in the process before my fingers meet my charger. I take a hold of the charger and use my fingers to free my phone from its 'gas pump,' hearing the chord fall to the floor. I retreat my hand back under my pillow fort to allow me to see who ever the hell messaged me.

It's early. The sun isn't even fully up. The birds aren't screaming in their trees. Who in their right mind would be contacting me at this time? Someone better be dying..

I click on my phone and immediately squint at my bright screen to see that I received a new text. I quickly lower my screen brightness, my eyes slightly burning from the sudden light.

Opening my messages, I notice the text is from my best friend Rebekkah. I look at the time, seeing its 7:49am. Why was she up this early? She must have gone completely nuts to be even considering to message me now! It's the weekend! I'm trying to sleep in!

Rebekkah is an extremely popular and drop dead gorgeous with her oddly natural bleach blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She's a preppy girly-girl. Beauty is her everything. Everything about her was as if it was hand crafted from the Barbie Corporation or some shit. I don't understand how someone can spawn from their parents and be the ideal image of a perfect girl. Let alone, I swear she is the epitome of Barbie. Fashion is her number one top priority. She knows exactly what and what not to wear. I'm surprised she hasn't even taken up modeling with how perfect she is.

She must have insight into the future with some of the trends. A third eye for fashion. I don't understand how she comes up with these outfit ideas because they become popular within the week. Fashion guru, I say. She's big into fashion design and beauty. She talks about getting her cosmetology license and starting her own clothing boutique, but these are just word of mouth.

On the other hand, I'm known as the naïve tomboy chick who can kick your ass. I'm pretty much average when it comes to physical appearance. Looks is the most worthless thing imaginable to me, just as long as I feel decent with my outfit. Little to no effort with anything. Just jeans, tshirt, and my vans. I will admit I've gone to school a few times without brushing my hair and just throwing it up in a bun.

There's really no need for me to try to showboat myself to impress anyone. Just wake up, go to school, get home, sleep, repeat, and don't forget to eat! I'm trying to get out of high school as fast as possible and just start my college education and career. I don't care for drama, fashion, anything everyone in high school worries about.

We have known each other since kindergarten. Pretty funny with how we became friends. I remember she was in a clean pastel pink dress and I was in jeans and a DC tshirt my mother picked out of the boy's department. We bonded over mud. Yes, mud. I made a mud cake and presented it to her. At first she was disgusted, even made a fake gagging sound and pointed down her throat. I kept insisting for her to take it until I got frustrated and threw it at her. The bottom of her dress was soiled in mud. The leaves I put on top for decoration stuck to her dress. She immediately screamed, picked off chunks off her dress, and threw it back at me. Smack dab on my DC logo. I looked down at my shirt, back at her, back to my shirt. I don't know what compelled me to do this, but I lunged for her and tackled her to the ground. She kept kicking and screaming, trying to pull my hair. Another student came over and pulled me off of her. Rebekkah and I started laughing immediately and hugged. It's like we telepathically made up. It's pretty odd how we two opposites are so close. I guess opposites attract. She's the positive to my negative, my ride or die, sister from another mister.