Unlovable

2: Frenemies and Broken Hearts

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For me to even think that he wasn't just playing games with me was hopeful and stupid.

"Why do you want sex so badly, can't we talk?" He smirked, still hovering over me as my heart rate accelerated.

"You're such an old man, oh my gosh. Is it because you can't get it up? Is that why you're stalling, do you have a micro-penis?" I pursed my lips as I leaned forward, longing for his lips to kiss mine. I wanted physical contact, affection, anything.

"No, not stalling, just trying to understand you."

"Understand me? You're not my therapist. If you don't want to fuck me, that's fine. At least let me go find somebody who does."

"I didn't say that I didn't want to, I..."

"Got it, you're emotionally not ready. Well Mr. big and muscular staller, I'm going to leave now because you clearly didn't understand what it meant to invite me upstairs. I literally just wanted some meaningless sex, not a lecture on how much or little I give of my body." I glared at him, reaching up to push him away as he placed his weight on me, his hands wrapping around my wrists as he refused to let me move. I glanced up at his beautiful chiseled face.

Please just fuck me now; this tension is too much. Is this your idea of foreplay? It's definitely working, sir.

"June, you seem like a sweet girl. And I don't care what you do in your free time. I just wish you could have enough self respect to hold off until you make that emotional connection. Sex is so much better with an emotional connection, especially with a big and muscular guy like me." He smirked as I regretted saying that earlier.

"Like you would know what it's like without one, you've only ever done it with one girl who you clearly were emotionally connected to."

"That's true. And it was the best sex I had ever had." It's the only sex you've ever had...

"Why are you like this? I thought that all that guys thought about was sex. So why are you talking to me like you want something more? We literally just met and you're probably rebounding, so maybe just let me out and we can part paths like this never happened."

"Suit yourself," he said, moving off of me and laying beside me, he looked like a handsome action figure just staring at the ceiling. Flawless. And yet all he wanted was a friend to talk to. Upstairs in a bedroom. Those two didn't really match up.

So much for hookup culture, huh?

I stood up, taking my phone out of my suitcase from across the room and pulling out my shorts and a t-shirt. I put the clothes on over my bikini and decided that it was time for me to leave this stupid ball.

For having such a good reputation, my experience was less than stellar. Hopefully it would be better next year.

"This is your room?" Abel asked, staring at the ceiling as I turned to face him.

"No, I live in the dorms, I've just been here this week." I said, careful not to give too much information away. The room was beige with a pretty pink wallpaper behind the beds. It was on the second story of our large Kappi Phi house, the pool could easily be seen below.

"So, what year are you?" He asked, sitting up and hugging a pillow, covering his crotch area. I wondered why for a second before ignoring it. He wasn't interested, I rolled my eyes. Maybe he was just doing that to get a reaction out of me. Or maybe he just wanted to hold a pillow. Why the hell was I overthinking this?

"I'm a freshman. But I entered with a lot of units so I'm graduating next year. So, I'm technically a third-year." I said, crossing my arms pridefully as he smirked at me. I wished I could hear his thoughts, to know why he was scrutinizing me. And more importantly, why did I feel like I was being pulled toward him.