Chapter. 17

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Ayla

"Summer I need to tell you something, shit.. this has been weighing on me for so long." I sighed, with my head down.

"What it is babe?" She asked.

"Summer-"

"Babe.. you're scaring me."

"Remember when I went to Paris a few months ago, for Decathlon?" I told her.

"Yeah? Oh my gosh! Did you get mugged? Ayls! Why didn't you tell me!?"

"No! Summer! I didn't get mugged."

"Then what happened?" She asked, leaning on her palm on the grass hill.

"I met this guy."

She nodded.

"We had sex-"

She gasped.

"Wait. Wait. Wait! You've been having sex since December!? You liar!" She playfully shoved me.

"What's so bad about sex?" She retorted.

"He's Noah's dad!" Right after I immediately covered my mouth as if the words would burn her.

Her mouth fell wide agape.

"Shut! Up!"

"Shut up!"

"Of fuck! Oh fuck. You're being for real?"

I nodded with my lip caught between my teeth.

"So what's up? What're you gonna do?"

"Noah and I-we ha-"

"Sex." She filled me in.

"Yeah and I didn't exactly-he didn't exactly make me climax. So I went over to his dad like the fucking whore I am and tried to fucking dry hump him for a release. And the worst part is he left, he just up and left. I locked myself in the bathroom and got myself off. Does that make me a bad person. God! Summer! I'm turning into a whore!" I covered my face.

"First of all. I need a moment."

I could hear her low breaths before she inhaled a deep breath and spoke.

"You like him? Or you're in love with him?" She asked.

That was something I had been asking myself all day.

Was I Just leaning towards Matteo because Noah wasn't satisfying me? I need a stable partner, not a fuck buddy. Noah's right for me.

But the feelings I had towards Matteo were so much stronger than the ones I had towards Noah. I was just too naive to admit it.

I shrugged.

"That's what you need to find out." She patted my shoulder. I hunched my back while blowing a raspberry through my lips.

"This is so fucked up, this always happens to me. It's my fault, I should've just stayed in my bed that night instead of wondering out like a lost dog."

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