Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

26 - Virgin, Vulnerable & Vexed

~ Sex With Me - Rihanna ~
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Heath's POV
"Prystyne are you going to talk to me?" I ask. She's been ignoring me almost all week. I have no clue what I did but she's driving me insane. I just want her to talk to me.

"I am talking to you. Physics, fun right," she continues doing her work. She never does her work. She's barely looked at me all week.

The bell rings and she's the first to get up. "Pry-" I try to call out but she's already gone. I think it's my fault.

I head straight to gym class and get changed into shorts and a loose shirt. I head to the bleachers meeting up with Ajax. Tag is probably late.

"Yo I have a question about Prys," I tell him. I probably shouldn't be asking her ex-boyfriend for advice but she leaves me with no other choice.

"Shoot," Ajax says. He's chill about it.

I think about how I should say this. "Prys is ignoring me," I start off with. How am I supposed to say I let her touch me and now she doesn't want anything to do with me.

Ajax chuckles. "I'm going to need more than that. Prys ignores everyone for the littlest things," he says.

"Is she a virgin?" I ask him straight up.

Ajax let's a breath fall from his lips. "I don't honestly know man. But she's really um..." he pauses trying to find the right words. "Sensitive we'll say, about sex. But we never, you know," he answers.

That partially explains why she won't let me touch her. Not that I need too. But I want her to know she doesn't have to give me a blow job to stop me. A simple no would suffice.

Now I feel like dick for noticing earlier. "Why what's up? If you don't mind me asking?" Ajax questions.

"I should've noticed earlier. Maybe I'm going too fast," I huff out. I lean my back against the empty bleacher behind me.

"I don't think speed is the problem. We were together eleven months straight once and we still didn't do anything past making out. I personally think there's more to it but maybe she's just not ready. I never pushed it," he explains.

I try and think back to our intimate moments. She's probably not ready. She may have changed, drink, smoke and do a lot of different things now but she's still the same Prystyne I've always known. Vulnerable, sensitive and naive.

"Yo Prys. What's up!" I ask entering her room. I watch as she studies at her desk. "Get out Heath. I'm studying," she points to her door not looking up from her work. I take the pencil from her hand and sit up on her desk. Her eyes trail up to mine. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" She asks. I shrug. "It's incongruous. You're Peyton's boyfriend." I shrug once again. I'm barely Peyton's boyfriend.

"So? What is she going to think, I'm banging her younger sister," I raise a brow. Prystyne looks down fidgeting with her fingers. "You're so prude," I roll my eyes. She still doesn't look up from her hands.

"Can you leave. Please," she asks softly. I jump off her desk to my feet and kneel in front of her. Her eyes meet mine and I smirk. "I can teach you," I raise my eyebrows up and down. Embarrassment displayed all over her face.

She shakes her head. "You're dating Peyton and Penn's best friend. You should leave," she repeats again. Leave, leave, leave. But I don't want to. "Scared?" I question.

"No. I rather not talk to you. I just want to study. Sexual intercourse can come way later in life. After I complete my goals," she says. I chuckle. "You can just call it sex you know." I watch her face scrunch in disgust. "Sex, fucking, lovemaking or what about a blowjob, head, neck," her hands fly over her ears and I grin complacement.