Chapter 1: 1: Olivia


    Late one night, at the seniors'' graduation party, my friend Jeremy had decided that I was a prude. Even


    though I protested against him, the hard evidence he held against me said otherwise.


    One of the reasons was that I was eighteen years old, and I''d never been felt up. Now, in the most


    theoretical sense. I don''t think that makes me a prude. I think it makes me modest. Just because I don''t


    run around letting all the hotties grab my breast does not make me a prude.


    The second reason was that I was still a virgin, and wasn''t nning on losing my virginity no matter


    how many guys I''ve dated. They were all immature pervs, with no life and no future.


    I mean, seriously. I gave them the countdown of one year, how hard was that? Besides, I have this


    thing, called self-respect, and no one is gonna take that from me.


    I sat down on the bar stool, as he lectured me about letting go and cutting loose. Whatever. He went


    from telling me how uptight I was, and how many people would just KILL to bang me, and for some


    reason I couldn''t shake the feeling that one of those people were him. Saying that all I needed to do


    was getid and everything would change.


    Some friend.


    "Seriously, though Olivia. You''ve never even-" I cut him off with a loud groan.


    "I don''t need this, Jer," I told him sternly, getting up off the bar stool, and grabbing a red solo cup filled


    with alcohol. Beyond the kitchen doors were ring music, and a bunch of random people that I didn''t


    mean a thing too. I mean, there was my boyfriend: Chad. But, he was probably grinding on someone


    else''s girlfriend or taking shots with his jerk buddies.


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    "I''m so d that the world revolves around sex." I shot sarcastically, taking a long swig of beer. "And


    I''m even more d that I know how to masturbate." I finished off with a sly smirk, causing him tough


    and shake his head. His brown hair shaking slightly. He crossed over to where I was standing by the


    countertop.


    "Okay," he says, taking my drink and hocking it all down. My hand found its way to my hip, and I


    narrowed my eyes at him. "but if you ever need help with that," he stepped up closer to me so that


    there was nothing but breathing space in between us. "you let me know." I halfughed, and half


    scoffed rolling my eyes.


    "Jeremy please, we are just friends." I emphasized the "just" as I pushed him away from me. He


    "If you say so." The doubt in his voice made me wanna throw a drink in his face. I am so unattracted to


    him it''s not even funny. He was one of the guys that I mentioned earlier. The one with no life and no


    future. If I hadn''t known him my whole life, I wouldn''t even waste my time.


    "Besides," I continued, straightening up my tight ck dress. "I have more important things to worry


    about."


    "Yeah? Like what?" He asked, raising a brow.


    "Like college," I said simply, pulling out my makeup bag, and applying anotheryer of my vampire red


    lipstick. I''m not sure why though. It''s not like I was nning on impressing anybody. Just a habit I


    guess.


    "You''re still on that?" He asked annoyed. My eyes widened, and I red at him.


    "And you''re not?"


    "Who cares about college?" He asked with a scrunched up face that made him look like a five-year-old


    when their mom tries to make them eat vegetables.


    "I do," I said defensively. Jeremy was really starting to piss me off. Isn''t it ironic how the person who


    can actually afford college doesn''t want to go, but the person who can''t does?


    "Yeah, well I don''t. I just wanna be free. Enjoy my youth." Your youth isn''t gonna be too enjoyable if you


    have no money, I thought sarcastically. I wouldn''t say it, but I really wanted to get off this topic. Besides,


    whenever you pick a fight with Jeremy, you never win.


    I took a swig of my drink, then made my way back to the living room. Of course, it was just as I thought,


    Chad was talking to one of the cheerleaders from school -- but I wouldn''t necessarily call what they


    were doing "talking". He had her pushed up against the wall, his arm hanging over her head,


    whispering sweet nothings into her ear.


    He never did that to me anymore.


    I let out a heavy sigh and gave one more nce at their smiling faces, then grabbed my ck tote and


    headed for the door.


    See, Chad has always had a wandering eye, and I''ve learned its best to just let him be. Let''s face it,


    once I go off to college he and I will only be a distant memory, and if you''re asking why even bother


    with the title? Well, I ask myself that same question everyday.


    "Olivia!" My best friend Amy walked up to meughing. "Oh my god, you''re leaving already?" She


    asked frowning.


    "Yes," I sighed. "It''s been a really long day, I''m exhausted."


    "Awe!" She moaned. "But okay!" Her bright brown eyes sparkling from the high of finally being done


    with school. "See you tomorrow?" She asked, and I nodded my response before leaving.