You Can't Buy My Love

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 planning 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 get laid and everything would change.

Some friend.

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

a red solo cup filled with alcohol. Beyond the kitchen doors were blaring music, and a bunch of random people that I didn't mean a thing too. I mean, there was my

I finished off with a sly smirk, causing him to laugh and shake his head. His brown hair shaking slightly.

help with that," he stepped up closer to me so that there was nothing but breathing space in between

friends." I emphasized the "just" as I pushed him away from me. He laughed,

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.

I continued, straightening up my tight black dress. "I have more

He asked, raising a

simply, pulling out my makeup bag, and applying another layer of my vampire red lipstick. I'm not sure why though. It's not like I was planning on impressing anybody.

still on that?" He asked annoyed. My eyes widened, and I

"And you're not?"

He asked with a scrunched up face that made him look like a five-year-old when their mom tries to make

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