"Erica!" Alicia chastised me. "I can't study with you like this!"
Ugh! I felt bad that I was bothering her. The problem was that I was nervous about tonight. "Sorry," I murmured.
We were sitting on cushions in Alicia's dorm room. Alicia was sitting by the window with her books splayed open around her, hand-written notes in hand. "Seriously, what is your problem?" she demanded as she changed her position, her attention now on me instead of her books.
"It's nothing," I tried to reassure her.
"Bullshit," she retorted. You could tell she wasn't really upset anymore. "Is it about tonight?"
"It's nothing," I repeated in a slightly harsher tone.
Alicia grinned. "I knew it!" I groaned. "What is it? Why are you so nervous about going out on a date?" I gestured at myself, attempting to communicate without words. "I don't understand, Erica. At this point, I don't need to look at you. I already know what you look like."
My face turned red. "Alicia!" I hated when Alicia made light of the situations that involved me getting stripped.
"What?" she asked me innocently. "The way I see it, the only reasons you would be nervous about tonight are that you are self-conscious about your body or you are self-conscious that you are still a virgin." Somehow, the red tint of my face deepened. Alicia leaned in towards me conspiratorially. "You know what that means."
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