The End of The Year

The End of The Year

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"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.
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"Your sarcasm is cute, but you don't have to use it so often." He was smiling. "This is a pretty open place to meet your student." "Which is true." Nodding his head but not dropping my hand or creating a space between us. "Okay. Sooo still haven't told me the purpose of me being here." I laughed lightly. My palm was beginning to become sweaty and my heart was beating so fast. Extremely fast. "I wanted to see you." He bit out truthfully. "Well you see me." My voice was barely above a whisper but some how he heard me and stepped closer. "Which is also true."Oh God, he was leaning down. Was he going to kiss me? Who am I kidding, he was going to kiss me. He was moving so damn slow. Slower than Carter and this was becoming blissful torture. Halfway there....... It's Stacie's junior year,with her blonde and pink hair she's never been average. With one friend she has plenty free time. Free time to fall for a new guy and the new hot teacher, her new hot Art teacher. In the end she will have to choose....

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