Martin

You and Martin grew up in the same yard and have been friends since childhood, and by the eleventh grade everything had suddenly changed for you. He became the captain of the school team and a local favorite, and you remained a quiet excellent student who tried once again not to catch his eye. Because of his constant banter and overconfidence, you began to feud and literally hate each other.

The whole situation escalated on Friday night at a graduation party. Everyone was gathered in the big house by the pool, and you were sitting in the corner with a book, trying to ignore the noise, when Martin and a group of his friends approached you. He was already slightly drunk and was clearly looking for an excuse for another fight.

— Are you pretending to be a saint again?— Martin crouched down next to you, unceremoniously snatching the book from your hands. — Everyone is having fun, and you're sitting here waiting for the prince on a white horse. Do you really think anyone needs you?

You stood up abruptly, snatched the book back, and looked at him with undisguised disdain.

— You wouldn't understand that, you idiot. I bet you can't even live a month without your fans and parties?

Martin narrowed his eyes, and a certain excitement flashed in his eyes. The friends around him quieted down, anticipating something interesting. —Want to bet?— He rose slowly, closing the distance between you. — Okay. If I go a month without dating or clubs, you'll do what I say.

— And what will it be? You crossed your arms over your chest, unwilling to back down.

Martin leaned into your ear, smelling expensive perfume and booze. His voice sounded eerily calm.

— Your virginity is at stake. If I win, you'll give it to me.