City Gurl

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed.

"What the. . .?" I mutter. Sitting up, I look around, not recognizing my surroundings.

"Oh, God!" I yelp as I realize where I am. Byron's bed. His BED. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

"Byron!!" I yell, shaking his tan shoulder. Wait a second, why is his shoulder bare. . . .? "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

I then notice the fact that I am naked as well has Byron. So that means we. . .

"HELP! HELP HELP HEEEEEELLLPPP!!!!" I scream. Byron rolls a little and makes an unattractive noise. I slap him across the face and his eyes jerk open.

"Wha. . .?!"

''Byron!" I shout in his face. "WHY AM I HERE?!?!?" He looks a bit surprised.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure you came over for a date. . .but if you think otherwise, I'm with you, babe." He winks and leans in for a kiss. I pull back.

"No. This is NOT the time." I hiss. Oh, my parents are gonna KILL me if they find out that I slept with a guy! And on our first date, too! And I'm supposed to be a virgin! OMG!!!! I am a horrible person.

"Byron, h-help," I whimper, starting to cry. Byron yawns, not seeing my tears in the dark.

"What?"

"I-I. . ." I stammer. Byron stretches.

"C'mon, don't be shy! I know you love me," Byron says sweetly. He leans in again. I pull back again. Byron frowns.

"What's your problem?" he asks a little rudely.

"I-it's just that I-I've never actually s-slept with-" My voice is broken off by my sobs.

"Aw, don't cry," Byron coos, scooting closer and wiping my tears with his thumb. He puts an arm around my shoulders and squeezes. I stiffen.

"What?" Byron demands. "Do I smell bad or something?" I giggle, causing a giant snot bubble to burst from my nose. I quickly suck it back in before Byron can see.

"No, you smell fine," I reassure him. "But. . ." I shake his arm off.

"Hey!" Byron snaps, trying to put his arm around me again. I shake it off again. "What's that for?!"

"Well," I sniffle. "Can I have a tissue?" He hands me a soft Kleenex and I wipe my nose then throw it into a nearby trashcan.

"What's bothering you?"

"I-it's. . ." I start crying all fucking over again. "I-I. . .w-weeee. . .we're n-nak-ked-d. . ." I stammer out the last word, "naked."

"So your point is. . ."

"WE DID IT." I sob. I can feel Byron grinning.

"I know," he says. "It's awesome, isn't it?" I let out a loud sniff.

"No," I get out. "Byron. . .I'm a v-virgin. . ."

"You're not now!" Byron chirps. "And I was the first." He leans in, attempting to make out with me once again. I let him this time.

After another blissful 45 minutes, break away and just stare at Byron. Could this sweet, caring guy seriously have had sex with over 10 other people?

'Not possible,' I tell myself. 'He's so innocent and sweet and clean and. . .and. . .'

Then I think of Gretchen and Alice and Keith AGAIN for the fifth time tonight. They seemed so serious about the whole "stay away from Byron" thing. At first, I though maybe Gretchen was just kidding me or because she didn't want me to date Byron because she hated him. But three people all warning me about Byron? What were the odds?