Three weeks later.
"No one knows if any of us is going to be alive a week from now… So why hesitate? There's no way I'm dying a virgin! Suit yourself, Dalia! Justin, let's go."
Watching her friend walk away, Dalia felt helpless.
The boy who held her hand with a triumphant expression on his face was at least a few years older than them, and if she was being frank, she would admit that his sharp features and chiseled body really were attractive.
But when he had come to the group of 16-year-olds who had been sitting around a fire and talking between themselves, she had only been able to look at him with disgust as he put forward his offer to deflower any of them.
He had not come alone: four other boys had come with him, and even though they weren't all as handsome as he was, they were all young and fairly good-looking.
Of the group of seven that she had been a part of, only two were left now, as all five of the boys had been successful.
