“Pfffeaseee! Stevie, chill-out for Christ’s sake! I invited him to your birthday party tomorrow night.”

Beck started jumping in her seat, ecstatic. “No, you didn’t!”

Laurie poked back. “Oh-yes-I-did!” She threw a fry at Beck, laughing.

I hunkered down in my seat. The gratitude for sitting next to the wall fluttered through me, easier to hide.

“Y’all need to get over yourselves,” Laurie practically yelled.

I shushed her. “He’ll hear you!” I fretted watching my life go down the crapper in only a matter of seconds. Logan stopping by our table, and I’d spill food on myself or choke on my drink. I mean, the possibilities of me screwing this up were endless.

Laurie, the level headed one of us three, leaned over the table, parting words of wisdom. “I don’t know why you hide from him. He likes you, and you like him.” She laughed. “Besides, you owe it to all us girls.”

I scoffed jokingly. “Owe you what?”

She rolled her eyes. “We can all live vicariously through you and your hot sexy make-out sessions.”

My mouth dropped open. “I’m not going to share details about my sex life with y’all,” I whispered at Laurie, appalled, mortified, but laughing inwardly.

Beck jabbed me with her elbow. “That’s because you don’t have a sex life.”

Laurie fell out of her seat, roaring with laughter, and Beck lay over in my lap, screaming with chortles while I sat there with a blistering face.

My lovely friends knew I was a virgin. I think they were hoping I’d get laid on my eighteenth birthday by the one and only Logan Hunter. They were throwing me a party tomorrow night. That was why my girls invited Sweetwater High’s all-star football player, and, well... I think the fact that I liked him had a big impact on their decision-making too.

I didn’t voice my thoughts. Hands down, Logan was the best-looking boy at school. His humorous smile never wavered, a rarity with meatheads. A term of endearment I used often. Most jocks usually thought they were the cock of the walk.

Not Logan. He was different. There was intelligence behind the glint in his soulful browns. A kiss or two from him would be a girl’s dream come true. Yet bumping it up to the next level? I wasn’t quite ready for such a serious move.