”“What did you tell him?”“That you’re not a virgin.”“Mom!”Mom started fussing with her lipstick, “Calm down dear. You are thinking a...out taking him to bed, aren’t you? Because I certainly would if I was you.”I calmed down a bit and admitted my mind may have wandered a few times, “Well he is handsome and quite charming. I may have had a passing thought.” God, who wouldn’t think about it, the guy is gorgeous.Mom put her lipstick away and pat me on the cheek, “Then do it. If he is half the man his. She browsed around for a few minutes, seemingly interested in make up remover wipes then fake tan lotion before quickly walking past the shelves of lipstick and eyeliner and quickly placing some in her bag. She stopped and looked around but saw no one around so went round the corner grabbing some eye shadow before walking out as slowly and calmly as she could. As soon as she got outside she collided with Sarah who had got concerned with how long Megan had been and had gone to see what was. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug. “From William Barden Academy? Class of – what – ’07? We were in Mr Jones’ art class?”He blinked again and frowned at me.“Alessia. I knew. Alessia Willow. I remember,” He switched his cardboard cup to his left hand and pulled me in for a hug. He smelled like smoke and coffee. “How the hell are you anyway? Aside from almost killing yourself, I mean.”“Ah. Not bad.” I pulled away with some effort. “You?”“Terrible,” he said but he smiled all the same. “Hey,” He frowned again. “Didn’t your hair used.