The Virginity Game

Chapter 2: The Plan in Action

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I sling my arm across my bed and turn off my alarm clock. I lay there, tired and lazy. I don't want to move. I don't want to go to school. Fuck school. Fuck life. Fuck everything in general.

I squint my eyes to look at the time.

5:45am.

I roll back over, deciding to sleep a bit longer as I snuggle deeper into my pillow. Silence of the morning air fills the room, lulling me back to sleep.

Then I remember.

Why today is so important.

The Fiery Five.

I get up jump out of bed as if my legs were made of springs and stand up. My knees buckle due to my body still being in a sleep state, sending me straight to the ground.

Thud.

"Fuck," I cursed to myself while I laid on the floor awkwardly sprawled out, feeling my body throb from the sudden drop.

I position myself into crawling position and hoisted myself up. I reach up into my nightstand and unplugged my phone from the charger, putting on my morning playlist.

Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder blasted in my room, might as well be my damn theme song for the shit that I've gotten myself into. No. What Rebekkah got me into. No, not even. More like the five gorgeous bastards who can suck my dick.

"Nobody's gunna slow me downnnn, I got to keep on mooovinggg!" I sing out into my room.

I get up and rush into the bathroom to take a quick shower and freshen up. The flow of water on my back warmed my whole body. I felt more than awake, possibly more than alive. I was actually excited to do something for once instead of just hanging out and sleeping for whoever knows how long.

Counting 7 songs from my play list passing, I realized I only had about 20 minutes or less to get ready.

I dry off and make my way back into my room with my hair still dripping. I walk over to my ceiling chair that I placed my outfit in the night before. I grab my clothes, changing as fast as I could so I would have enough time to apply make-up, I already took too long in the shower.

Sitting down at my desk with a vanity sized mirror with all my make up and hair products. I blow dry my hair to the point it's damp. No time to waste.

A full face make up. Typical primer, foundation, concealer, powder, bronzer, blush, highlight, brows, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipgloss. All in that order.

I can be attractive when I want to be. It's rather go full blown hottie Barbie, like Rebekkah, or Barbie's undead twin.

I stand up from my vanity and make my way over to my full length mirror, staring at myself. My hair, my face, outfit with my body. I hardly could recognize myself. It was beyond crazy that I took the time to do all of this instead of getting extra sleep, but who cares? I seriously cannot wait until I get to school!

I exit my room, grabbing my wallet phone holder and keys from the hook above my light switch. I slid down the hand rail of my stairs with my wristlet around my wrist and high heels in my hand. I exit through the front door, locking it behind me.

I unlocked my car, getting into my red 1999 Jeep Wrangler. My Cherry! Once inside, I sit there breathing in the sweet cherry arroma of my car air freshener. My cherry on wheels. If it looks like a cherry, its gotta smell like a cherry!