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“Yep. Fine, thanks.” I look away, avoiding her amused glare.
“Liar.” Ellie shuffles forward. “Out of all the sexy guys in New York, please tell me you’ve banged at least… I dunno… Like a hundred of them by now?”
Zero. Big fat zero.
I feel the walls of the cafe closing in around me. My mouth dries up and there’s a desire to press myself against the freezing cold window just to cool myself down. I avoid Ellie eyes, doing anything to stop myself from looking at her. I start twiddling my fingers around each other, and I feel about an inch tall as I sink into my chair.
“Babe?” Ellie looks down her nose and I shrink even further. Her eyes widen, and I can see the sudden realisation written in her expression. “Oh. My. God… You’re not… Are you?”
I bite my lip, still looking anywhere except at Ellie. But this is my best friend we’re talking about. She pulls me back in with a snort of her nostrils and a wild slap in the table.
“Please. Not here.” I lean across the table, begging with puppy-dog eyes. But I know it’s useless. When Ellie focuses in on something, she doesn’t let go.
“You’re still a virgin?” Ellie gasps and my jaw clenches, warning her to lower her voice. She leans in close, her heavy breath heating my face. “You told me you’d give it a proper shot in the big city. You promised me you’d put yourself out there more…”
“And I did…”
“Oh, really?” Ellie crosses her arms over her chest. “And how did you do that exactly? Let me guess… Photocopy guy thought your tits were too big for him?”
“No… I just-”
Ellie puts her hand up, silencing me. She’s shaking her head and I know the look she’s giving me. It’s the same one she had when we went on our first trip to Vegas together. She’s got a plan, and just like the male-stripper to the hotel room shenanigans at Planet Hollywood, I don’t think I’m going to like it.
“After the game tonight, you’re coming to the locker room with me,” Ellie says. I open my mouth to speak, but again I’m left gaping as Ellie interrupts me. “I saw the way you were looking at those guys. Trust me, once you see them in the locker room, shirtless, battered and bruised…” Ellie shakes her body like a jolt of electricity has just flowed right through her. Her eyes are wild with excitement and lust, and I can’t help but laugh. “Wow! Trust me bitch, you’ll be clambering all over them.”
It's completely normal for Ellie to insult me mid-sentence, so it’s nice to see nothing has changed there.
“Can’t I just come to the game and watch like a normal person?”
“Tell me, Hazel… Do ‘normal’ fans get to hook up with sexy hockey players?” I shake my head and Ellie’s glossy lips curl. “That’s right. This weekend… This is the weekend you lose your virginity.”
I smile, and when Old Geoff calls out for Ellie to finish her impromptu break, she leaves me sipping at my coffee by myself. I stare out of the window, and my eyes drift to a poster across the street.
‘Vancouver’s Favourite Viking’is styled in bright yellow typography on the bottom of the poster. After a group of teenagers pass the poster on the wall, I’m left staring across at an image of Noah Edwards, my best friend’s brother, gripping a hockey stick with no shirt on. His muscles are cut deep into his stomach, and the low-riding jeans expose the v-shape running diagonally from his hips, pointing me exactly where every woman in this town wants to go.
One weekend to lose my virginity, hey?
