Georgia collapsed onto her bed, her heart beating her ribcage. She clasped at her shirt, urging her body to stop reacting the way it was. Although, it wasn't something she could flat out deny. She was ecstatic. 

She finally had experiences. Now, she could say she snuck through a bedroom window in the middle of the night. She could say she helped a stranger. She could tell people she offered advice, even if it wasn't good. 

She wasn't boring anymore. She had been to a party, watched a terrible breakup, and... met someone interesting. 

She watched her phone light up. It was a message from Annabelle. 

Georgia flinched when her phone rang. Annabelle was calling. 

"Hello?" Georgia answered carefully. 

"Georgia, girl! Don't tell me you're not a virgin anymore?! Who was it with? Where? When? Were they mean to you?" Annabelle cried, hysterical. "I should have went..." 

Georgia smiled. "No, you've got it all wrong, Belle. I didn't sleep with anyone..." She paused. "I did go into a girl's room, though." She snickered. Leading Annabelle on was always Georgia's favorite pass time. 

"Oh? Whose? Was it a make out session? Ooh, did her parents walk in and catch you before you could go all the way?" She asked, curiosity rising in her voice.

"It was Theo. Theodora. And no, we didn't make out or anything. I just helped her with an injury." 

Annabelle's voice was quiet when she spoke next. "Theodora? As in the thug, Theodora?" 

"She's not a thug...?" Georgia rolled over onto her back, keeping her phone pressed to her ear. 

"Georgia..." 

"Fine! Okay, she's a little rough around the edges. She's just got a swollen heart, that's all." Georgia joked. 

Annabelle laughed. "Only a little?" 

"Come on, give her a break. She's recovering from Yana." Georgia mumbled, closing her eyes. 

"Oh, yeah! I heard about her and Yana..." Annabelle's voice faded as Georgia turned over, burying her head in her pillow, passing out. 

Whether she was boring or not, Georgia could only stay up so late.