Play Girl

Briefs vs. Boxers

I look to my side, 3:16 AM. I look to the other side of my room, but something is blocking my view. Did I sleep with someone again? Need to get him out, or mum is going to kill me, like, literally. "J? Are you awake?" says the boy next to me, sounding, pretty much tired. I can't help but hope he isn't a snob or anything... "Well, yeah, I am, but the problem is,  who are you?" I dare ask. "What, you don't know who I am?" he answers visibly upset. "Well, no, that's why I'm asking." O-m-gee. He really is a snob. "Girl, I'm Jason." Jason? Isn't he the most popular guy in year 12? EPIC. I could use him (even if that makes me feel a little evil, I've already done that a few times ...) 

I mumble, loudly "Oh, Jason... I am sorry, I was a little drunk last night so could you not tell the whole school about it? I don't mind if you tell your friends, but I don't want anyone to think i'm your girl." I try and understand his reaction, because I have not ever known anyone who would start banging his head on the side of my bed. "Stop." I  warn. He just plainly ignores me. I need to get him out, it's already 3:50 and my mum usually wakes up at about 4. I nudge him and he looks at me. I sit up and execute my emergency plan. I try to kiss him, then I say, in a soft soothing voice, "Baby, please, could you leave, I can't let you meet my mother... I am worried she could embarrass me. " 

This took him by surprise and I can't help my urge to smile. I turn around, not letting him see my face and show an evil grin to... My mother. HOLY ...  I chuck a pillow at her. "Muumm, please, could you go out for a second I... I... " I quickly shove the blanket on Jason's body while she is looking away and step out of bed. When my mum is finally out (I am sure she was suspecting something) I slide my pajamas on and open the window. 

"Jason, can you go now, i'll see you at school anyway." I don't expect him to cooperate but I still have hope. I try to glare at him and that works perfectly well, he gets out of my bed, yanks the condom off, (Eww, he slept with the condom?!) puts on his... briefs. Totally snobby. Boxers are sexier, more manly. He then puts on his trousers and his Superdry hoodie. He stares at me, as if i'm the devil and says, threateningly, "I'll leave. You just don't want me here do you. You didn't even know who I was, I can't take any risks. I won't trust you." 

How can he be a popular guy with this kind of words? Even the nerdiest of nerds wouldn't say that. He is definitely from another world, he always has had all the girls. I still can't get it how he got them, I'm sure it was bribery, his face and speech are TOTALLY boring. He then jumps onto the tree (like in movies!!) and just as he reaches the ground my mum walks back into the room. "Did you get the naked boy out?" She looks around the room, and adds, "Oh, he's got his clothes on now. Good then, I can go back to sleep peacefully." 

Never thought mum would be so cool with it. It just makes it easier, for the future. I stutter, "Mum, eh, um, you know, um, a few days earlier, huh," She interrupts, "I know , everything, I'm not your mother for nothing. Come on now, don't mess around too much. I don't want you to suffer. You can flirt of course," she sits on the bed and continues, "but don't go too far, it won't do you any good, you only are going to gain a reputation you don't want, now, go to sleep Darling." 

She gets up and opens the door, somehow, with this light she looks very sad,  unusually sad, I would say. Just before she closes the door, a see a faint smile on her heartbroken face, "Do your prep, Pumpkin!" It makes me remember this close relationship we had with my mum when I was younger. Younger, by that I mean about 11/12 until I somehow she felt like my dad. I couldn't speak very easily with my dad, since I was very young, but my mum was like a pillow, my mind, or anything that you confide into, I could tell her ANYTHING, but this just, disappeared one day. I put some socks on and go and snuggle into my bed covers. I take a last glance at the clock and fall back asleep, with 4:43 in mind.  

I wake up and feel that something isn't right, I know it, because, normally when I wake up, be it summer or winter it is pretty much dark (It is night in winter) but now it is, like midday. AHAHAHAHA. OHMYGOSH I AM SO DAMN LATE. IT'S 1:20! I overslept, this is hilarious, I put on my school uniform as fast as I can. I look quickly at my phone, 265 unread messages, it's going to take a long time to read them... I glance at who could have sent them and it's, Jason, my best friend Katie, and my other friends Grace and Keith. If that helps, I never was in a relationship with Keith, because, he is gay, but i've got no problem with that, he likes boys and so do I, so we get along really well.