She laughs. "Please. Grow up. Jagger and Wyatt are hot. So is Mason. But, honestly, I can't cross your older brothers off the list either."
My mouth drops open and I jerk my head backward.
She smirks. "Don't tell me you're going to be weird about this."
"They're my brothers. And Sebastian and Alexander are way too old for you anyway."
"Are they?" She squints.
"Yes."
She shakes her head. "No, they aren't. Any of them will do."
The sinking feeling pulls harder, and I think I might be swallowed by quicksand, but I can't help myself and ask, "Do for what?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" she scolds.
I stay quiet, wondering if I should answer her.
She continues, "To lose my virginity to."
"Eww!" I shriek, but I should have known. Lately, Hazel's obsessed about losing her virginity.
She rolls her eyes and rises. "There's nothing gross about your brothers or Wyatt."
"They're my brothers!" I argue again.
"And they're hot," she claims.
"It's not happening. Pick anyone else," I order.
Her eyes widen. "Sorry. I've decided it has to be one of them." She gets up and slinks over to the window.
My mouth goes dry, and my heart races. "Hazel, my brothers are off-limits."
She turns her head. "So youdothink I have a chance, then?"
"What? No!" I cry out, feeling sick at the thought.
She spins, leaning against the window sill. "I bet I can convince one of them to take my virginity. The only question is when."
"Stop! You're just saying this to get a rise out of me," I assert, but my mind knows better. I've seen that look on Hazel's face before, and when she wants something, she'll stop at nothing to get it.
She snaps her fingers. "The perfect opportunity is almost here!"
"Did you just hear what I said?"
She smirks again, then sighs. "Willow, stop being a baby."
"You're out of line, Hazel!" I declare.
As if I didn't strongly object to her idea, she announces, "I'll give Wyatt my virginity next week at his eighteenth birthday party!"
My stomach pitches so fast, I put my hand over it and swallow down bile. "That's not okay, Hazel!"
"Don't be a Debbie Downer," she taunts.
Anger and a bit of fear wash over me. She's serious, and Wyatt...
