The End of The Year

"We're still virgins," He processes slowly. Turning to look at me. "So?" I ask in return. "We're 18 years old, We're in our first year of University, and we are still virgins. Don't you think that's a little embarrassing?" He juts his chin out in question. "If you say so," I shrug. When I lose it. I lose it, right? "Fine, 'MissIdon'tcareaboutbeingavirgin' Lets make a deal," This snaps up my attention straight away. "Go on," I nod in encouragement. "If we haven't lost our virginities by the end of the year, we lose them together," I try to read his face. A chill running down my back, whether its from the cold January air, or from the fear of having to have sex with my child hood best friend. I couldn't be sure. So I do what any normal person would do in this type of situation. I agree.