Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

BIT OF BLUR LAURA

Laura

The hallway was buzzing with the usual pre-class chatter, but my brain was too busy spiraling to notice. Friday night. Art guy. A date.

What the hell had I been thinking? My mouth had just run off without consulting my brain, and how I was stuck in the world's most colossal lie.

I had no date. No art guy. Just a ticking time bomb of a promise I couldn't keep.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see the arm until it slammed across the doorway, blocking my path. I froze mid-step, staring at the muscular forearm in front of me. Slowly, I shifted my gaze forward, already knowing who it was. Josh.

Of course.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to keep calm. Without so much as a word, I ducked beneath his arm and stalked into the classroom. My heart was racing, but I ignored it.

Sliding into the front row, I exhaled. Josh was a jock. Jocks. didn't sit in the front row unless they were forced to by the teacher-and Mr. Davis was too old and tired to bother. Sitting

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here was my sanctuary.

Or so I thought.

across the floor made me stiffen. I didn't have to look

dropped into the seat beside me with all the subtlety of a

but stayed silent, sliding deeper into my

scribble something important. But Josh didn't seem to care about my lack of attention. He leaned

I ignored him.

muttered

his large hands gripped the edges of my desk and chair. In one swift motion, he

and incredulous. I was close enough to catch the scent of his cologne, woodsy with a hint of

we don't," I whispered back through

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his tone unyielding. "I wasn't that drunk, Laura. I remember. I

My stomach dropped.

He remembers.

the desk. Did Josh just

down!" I snapped, panic

grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Why? Worried someone will

and I scrambled to shuffle my chair back into position, making a show of it as Mr. Davis entered

room.

his chair like he didn't have a care in the world. But

stared straight ahead, gripping my pen so tightly it

gaze on the side of my face,