When I woke up in the wrong bedroom in my house, the morning after a rather wild and booze-filled Graduation party, I had many questions I didn’t yet know the answer to.
How did I end up in the room that belongs to the boy I grew up with?
Why was I naked?
And finally, whose arm was draped across my chest?
Had I finally lost my V-card?
As I tried my best to remember, things slowly started to get back to me. The party had been a success, at first, but then things had gone downhill. First I realised that not every guy who sweet talks you in private has the guts to admit liking the fat chick in class in front of their stupid friends. Right after I witnessed my best friend finally making a move on the Ian: one guy I actually had a thing for, even though I did grow up with him… In short, it was all a disaster. Or was it?
