My Life with the Boys

Chapter 8- Sophomore Year (Part Four)

"No. I don't want to." I insist for the billionth time.

"You have to. You are the female national soloist. That is a big deal. You are representing the country at internationals. People need to know who you are." Vanessa reminds me.

Vanessa works for the National Dance Association and is in charge of me. Basically they want her to control me and my image.

"I don't want to be on TV." Yes, they want me on TV. This would probably be a dream come true for any other teenager girl but I hate the attention. I don't care about any of that stuff. I just wanna dance.

"Well, you were already on TV remember." She reminds me talking about Nationals which was televised.

"But that was different." It was on a smaller channel and I was dancing. What Vanessa wanted me to do was talk. That's right I was going to be featured in a talk show. Well not if I could help it.

"No it wasn't." She says frustrated with me. I tend to have that effect on girls. They easily get frustrated with me. I guess that was a perk from being a tomboy.

This continues on for a while until Vanessa finally leaves. Yes! Good riddance. Finally at peace I relax on my bed. Mum and dad went to visit my Grandpa who isn't very well at the moment and they took Aiden with him so I am by myself.

I hear the doorbell ring and I walk down to answer it hoping that Vanessa hadn't come back to harass me some more. Instead I am happy to see Adam on the other side of the door.

"Hey. I wasn't expecting you to come over." I say surprised.

"I thought I would just pop by for a bit." He explains walking in.

I lead him up to my room and I hop onto my bed before he sits down next to me.

"Was there any reason in particular that you wanted to see me for?" I ask curiously.

"Can't I just want to see my girlfriend?" he says before kissing me.

His kisses are more urgent than usual and we end up with him laying over me. He throws his shirt off. As I kiss his neck I feel his fingers brushing my lower back as he slowly pulls of my shirt leaving me in my jeans and bra. His lips meet mine again and we continue kissing intensely until I feel his hand on my jean button trying to open them and I tense up.

"What?" he says annoyed.

"I'm not ready." I tell him.

He sighs. "Come on Ally. We have been going out for four months now." He kisses me again but I push him off.

"I said no." I say angrily.

"You are such a tease Ally."

"I don't want to have sex with you Adam."

"Fine, I was sleeping with Chelsea anyway!" he yells throwing on his shirt on.

What? When? For how long? I instantly think.

"Get out!"

"What?"

"Out now!"

"If I knew that you were such a prude I never would have gone out with you. You would think that spending all your time with guys that you would be a little bit more experienced." He says before storming off.

I lay in my bed crying until I hear the window open and I feel arms wrap around me. Feeling safe I lean into person knowing it is Ethan as he hold me as I cry.

I finally stop and I look up at him, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"I heard everything." Ethan explains why he was here. "I punched that asshole if it helps." I smile. It does actually. "I would have kept going if I hadn't remembered that you probably needed me more here than there." I forget how well he knows me sometimes.