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

DATE NIGHT LAURA

Friday evening came quicker than I expected, and now I was standing in Jess's room, staring at myself in her mirror while she curled the ends of my hair.

"Hold still," Jess scolded, waving the hot iron at me.

"Sorry," I muttered, trying not to fidget. My palms were clammy, and my stomach twisted in knots.

"Why are you so nervous? It's just a date," Sam chimed in from the bed, where she was scrolling on her phone.

"Because," I said, sighing. "It's not just a date. It's... a first date."

Jess smirked, releasing another curl and fluffing it out. "And with an art guy, no less. I still can't believe you managed to find someone who shares your... passion for brushes and stuff."

I bit back a groan. They had no idea this whole date was almost a lie and that this guy came out of nowhere to save my ass.

Sam threw her phone down and grinned. "Relax, you'll be fine. Besides, you're totally pulling off that dress."

I glanced down at the pale green sundress Jess had practically forced me into. The fitted waist and flowy skirt were flattering, sure, but the neckline dipped a little lower than I was used to. "Maybe I should wear something else," I mumbled, tugging at

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the hem.

Jess rolled her eyes.

changing again. Trust me,

hot. Tim's going to love

toward the window,

Luke. And a gaggle

the window

night is pool party night," Jess said with a shrug just as irritated about it as

I

peeked out the window and snorted. "Look at them. All biceps

the cheerleaders-Madison, of course-laughed too loudly at something he said. A

tired of being... them?" I asked, trying to

not. But who cares? You have a date, Laura.

needed to focus. Tonight wasn't about

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fan club. It was about proving to myself-and everyone else that

it was built on a tiny web of

this way!

window. "Let's finish this. Tim's

raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're

nodded, forcing a

the window one last time, catching Josh's gaze for the briefest of moments, I couldn't shake the feeling that this night wasn't going to go the way I

his pickup truck gleaming under the porch light. The faint hum of the engine was the only sound

said, hopping out and circling the truck to open the door

You clean up