"Um. No idea. It's not fair though. I'm starting to feel antsy." Noelle was the girl in high school with the purity ring, who'd gotten laid once at a party--prom, actually--and given up on that whole ridiculous notion of saving herself for marriage, because a) that had obviously failed and b) she'd enjoyed herself, so why bother?
Noelle took another sip of her drink and continued, "We're way cuter than a lot of people." She shrugged. So she was a little vain. She thought her sister was totally gorgeous, and considering how much they looked alike, she couldn't really discount herself either. Plus, she was a little tipsy, and hanging out with her sister caused her to speak more freely than she would otherwise. And she liked to speak freely.
"Well, I don't care. It was bound to happen sometime, right?"