Two weeks after the party, he invited me over to his house. We went out to dinner, and then his house. His parents were out on vacation. My dad thinks I'm at Abbi's house.
When we got there after dinner, we watched Insurgent for a while and then went up to his room. It was dark blue with football posters everywhere. It looked exactly like a teenage boy's room would. I sat down on his bed and he sat at his desk, facing me. We talked, about school and football and how I don't know anything about sports. He moved to sit next to me, and he looked into my eyes. He said,
"I love you. And we don't have to do anything but talk if you don't want to, but I want you to know that I love you." We laid down next to each other on the bed, and started kissing. We kissed for about five minutes, and then he slipped his hand up my shirt.
I pulled away. I was not ready for this, what he wanted me to do but wasn't going to push me to do. I loved him, but I couldn't do it. I told him I'm a virgin and wasn't ready. I told him that I couldn't.He understood, but still hoped I would cave.
I was disgusted.
I called Abbi for a ride, and she picked me up. As soon as I in the car, I started to cry. All this time, he just wanted me to get him laid.
Next time he tried to talk to me, I would give him a piece of my mind.
