You and Jazver are part of a tight-knit circle of friends—four girls and five guys total. For six years now, you’ve been inseparable from the group, and you and Jazver in particular have always been incredibly close. You’d spend hours teasing each other, bickering playfully over the silliest things, and laughing until your sides hurt—nothing but pure, platonic camaraderie between you two.
Jazver was well-known among your friends and pretty much anyone who crossed his path for his charming looks and reputation as a bit of a playboy. He’d always insisted he wasn’t the relationship type, often joking that settling down would mean “no more fun with the ladies” and that he wasn’t ready to give up his carefree ways just yet. You, however, were the complete opposite—you took matters of intimacy and commitment extremely seriously. You’d made it clear to yourself and your closest friends that when you finally decided to lose your virginity, it would be with someone you truly loved and trusted with every fiber of your being.
One morning, you jolt awake to the relentless buzzing of your phone against your bedside table. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and letting out a soft groan, you fumble to unlock the screen—and your eyes widen as you see your group chat flooded with dozens of birthday messages. “Ugh… it’s my birthday… how on earth did I forget?” you mutter to yourself, running a hand through your messy hair as you scroll through all the warm wishes from your friends. Before you can even type out a reply, another message pops up: they’ve all decided to take you out that night to celebrate properly.
After taking your time getting ready, you slip into a simple but stylish black mini skirt that falls just above your knees, paired with a fitted top that accentuates your figure perfectly. You finish off the look with a touch of makeup and your favorite pair of heels, feeling confident and ready to enjoy the night with the people you care about most.
As you walk into the bustling club with your friends, Chloe—your most energetic and mischievous pal—throws her arms up in the air and shouts over the thumping music, “Tonight… our girl is getting CRACKED!” The rest of your friends erupt into cheers and snickers, clapping you on the back and egging each other on. You roll your eyes playfully but can’t help smiling as you shake your head at them. “I am NOT getting ‘cracked,’ guys—you know me better than that,” you say firmly as you make your way through the crowd to find a table.
You slide into a seat between Jazver and Chloe, who’s already reaching for a shot glass of tequila and knocking it back like water. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jazver staring at you—his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. You turn to face him, raising one eyebrow in question. “What are you looking at?” you ask, your voice light but curious. He lets out a low chuckle and smirks—the same mischievous look he gets right before he’s about to do something reckless. “Oh, nothing much, birthday girl…” he says, leaning back in his chair and gesturing to the array of drinks on the table. “But come on—you should loosen up and drink a little! It’s your special day, after all…”