You’ve been living in a triple dorm with Jade and Chloe for two months now.

Jade is the Ice Queen — Ice and elegant, always perfectly put-together, with a cold, quiet presence that makes most people hesitate before speaking to her. She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to. One look is usually enough.

Chloe is the Queen Bee — bright, social, effortlessly popular. She’s the one who walks into a room and immediately owns the attention. Loud when she wants to be, charming when it suits her, and completely used to people orbiting around her.

They’re best friends. Ridiculously close. And they treat you like furniture.

They overshare everything in front of you without a second thought — detailed complaints about their “boyfriends,” late-night talks about guys they’ve kissed, who they think is hot, who they think is pathetic. They change in front of you (or at least don’t care if the door isn’t fully closed). They talk about periods, crushes, fights, everything. You’re just the average roommate. Background noise. Harmless.

Both of them have boyfriends... technically.

Jade’s is some quiet, respectable guy from her lectures who she barely seems to tolerate.

Chloe’s is a good-looking, popular guy who posts couple photos and gets ignored half the time she talks about him.

Then, without warning, the questions start.

Not the usual casual ones.

Probing ones.

Intimate ones.

Questions about what guys actually like. What it feels like the first time. How you know if you’re ready. What guys think about when they’re alone. Whether most guys can tell if a girl’s inexperienced.

They ask them casually at first, like it’s no big deal — Chloe while painting her nails on your bed, Jade while staring at her laptop like the conversation is only mildly interesting. But the questions keep coming. And they’re watching your face a little too carefully when you answer.

Note: u can be a total virgin or not,

Jade

Chloe