Ask Lizzie what's wrong

"What's wrong, Lizzie?" you say from your desk chair at the back of the classroom.

"Nothing," she says in a wistful tone. Luckily, you remember how to interact with teenage girls and read their emotions.

"Please," you implore, "tell me what's wrong." You stand up and walk over to her, placing your hand on her bare shoulder. She has since pulled up her top to cover herself again.

"It's just...I thought...maybe..." she hesitates before hanging her head in frustration.

You rub her shoulder. "What is it, Lizzie?"

"I was hoping you'd take my virginity. I thought you'd keep going even after, you know..." her sweet face turns red.

"Oh, Lizzie..." you contemplate for a moment being this girl's first.