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I was tardy (of course) but at least I didn’t have detention. The algebra teacher warned me not to be late again. In fact, she still gave me perfect attendance since I’m a good student. During that class, I kept thinking about that boy and how his touched felt. Sure it startled me, but in a good way. What really was stupid of me was that I didn’t ask for his name even though he didn’t even ask my name either. He just came out of nowhere to help a stranger. Technically, he needed directions to his class, however, he was making his way to help me.
Another question occurred to me: What made the creep boy scared? I ignored it and went on the rambling through my head. Did he actually care? I didn’t think so. He must have felt sorry for me.
I doubted he was single. I have dull hazel eyes, long layered, black hair, a good figure, and fair skin but other than that I looked plain compared to him. My ex was a strong built jock and at the time he was the sweetest guy I knew for the first month until he became a jerk who cheated and had sex with other girls, seriously, he tried getting me to sleep with him one night. I wasn’t ready and pushing me into his car was not the most romantic place.
“Come on, baby. I’ve been waiting for this day.” Slurring his words. Undressing himself. His breath reeked of beer and vodka. Our school had won against the Kings at a close call all thanks to the quarterback and my ex. Supporting him at the time was the worst mistake I made. ‘Til this day, I should have known after that night.
Laughing like an idiot, “I can’t believe you guys won”.
Joe and his teammates cheered and laughed insanely, clasping their hand to one another. “Woo!” Passing alcohol around.
“Hell yea we did!” announced one of the guys.
I hugged Joe, a bit tipsy but kiss him on the lips, not aware of the football teammates staring at me, making ‘ooooo’ sounds toward their teammate.
He wrapped his arms around me and smiled as if he won the lottery. Barely, glancing at his friends, he said, “Let’s goes.”
I nodded back unable to keep my beer contained. He’s such a sweetheart.
He took me to his truck, not letting me go just yet. Thinking he was going to open the passage door, he opened the back.
Confused, maybe he was too drunk to forget he open the wrong door. “Uh Joe, you didn’t open the right door.” Giving him a smile.
His grinned, “Nah, I didn’ts.” Pushing me in.
Maybe he had drank too much than I realized. I didn’t have a chance to get away as he got in the same way, closing the car door. Already going toward me, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his major abs, totally fit. At the time, I wondered why he wanted me than any other pretty girl then his lips on me. They weren’t sweet, more possessive, not realizing he was hurting me a bit. Slowly, his hand went under my shirt, crawling up the lace of my bra, looking for access.
I broke the kiss, backing up to the other side of the door, trying to put some space between us, breathing heavy. Believe me, I was drunk myself, especially buzzed but still enough to know what I was doing. “Joe, I’m not gonna have sex with you.” The word ‘sex’ out of my mouth sound like ‘six’.
His stupid grin told me he hadn’t listen, “sss’not going to hur’cha.” Grabbing my button shirt, ripping it open, hearing the ‘popping’ of button scattered, everywhere.
“Joe, stop. I mean it.” Pissed off now.
I put my fists on his bulky chest which he took it the wrong way when I really was trying to refuse him. “Come’sss on, Bab, it’ll be fun’s.” He was heavier than me, pushing me with his weight onto me. Putting his slimy lips on me, shoving his tongue down my throat, made me want to gag. Disgusting. Knowing he deserves this, I bit down hard.
