The Virgin & The Jerk

by Jennie Blake

Please don't ask me what possessed me to do it. Something about her just made me curious, and she was too much of a challenge to pass up. Once the first month of sophomore year had passed, I had already established a routine. The earliest part of that routine was sitting on the floor in the locker hallway, near the doors. We, people I hung out with and I, made a habit of doing rapid-fire judgments of girls as they do or not do. Girls, as a rule, did not deign to reply. It didn't matter what we said; those chicks would just stalk by, sticking their little noses in the air. Needless to say, that didn't quite discourage us, so we became more careless about whether the girl we briefly scrutinized heard our usually crude remarks. Well, until the morning of September 29, that is, when it was only Laser and me there. Everyone called him Laser, but I think his name was Collin or something. I honestly couldn't remember; it had been so long since everyone started referring to him as Laser. He had just stretched out his legs, nearly tripping up a brunette wearing a miniskirt and a tight white shirt, showing off tan, shapely legs and decent cleavage. She managed to overstep him with a roll of her heavily made-up eyes, and determinedly looked straight ahead. Very high-heeled shoes made her lackluster albeit single-minded walk an impressive feat. I glared at her face, which, like her eyes, was caked with makeup, only this was the powdery, orange variety. A thick layer of pale pink lip gloss made her thin lips look oddly shiny, and her hair was over-dyed and dry, which just added to the overall fake look. Laser and I glanced at each other, then at the brunette, and back to each other. We made our evaluations at the same time. "Wouldn't do her," I decided, raising my lip slightly. "Easy do," he said, sneering once he realized my answer. "Are you serious, Dono? She'd be so… easy ." She had a pale face, her features sort of…delicate? It was hard to describe. She had large eyes behind black, rectangular-framed glasses, and a smattering of light freckles coupled with a hint of acne. Not too bad, but it was there on closer inspection. Her nose was small and round and her lips were a medium pink, well-shaped like the old silent movie actresses' lips. At a glance, I could tell she wasn't wearing any make-up as well, which was an interesting change. She was wearing a dark blue, fitted t-shirt that showed off virtually nothing but thin, pale arms. Her pants were black and only went to the knees, not particularly tight on her legs, which were also thin and pale , but hung snugly on hips that couldn't really be called hips. I thought "hips" implied curves, which this girl was lacking in a big way. He laughed. "Don't you know who she is?" "No. Why?" I said, frowning. "Right, I forgot about the fact that you haven't been going to this school until this year. Well, here's a bit of Don't even try it, man. That , Dono, is Piper Nolan; a bookworm with a notorious reputation for shutting guys down and, of course, her personal she is completely, one-hundred percent a virgin. In other words, totally impossible, even for a stud like you," he added, sneering.

"I could do her , easy."

"Yeah, right. You want to bet on that, Mr. Confidence?"

I shook my head, still looking at her. "No, I don't need money for this. I'll just revel in the amazement of everyone else when I let them know that I devirginized the virgin." Laser shook my hand, telling me I was on. Then a locker slammed, and heads turned towards Piper Nolan, who was not looking at anyone as she drew a different book from her bag, simultaneously dropping the other one in there. Oho, a challenge , I thought mischievously.

336 pages, Kindle Edition

Published September 9, 2021