The Last Virgin

Chapter Thirteen

"So...."

I looked up at Emma as she placed her pasta on the table, a sly grin on her face.

"What are you thinking Emma?" I asked cautiously as I watched her sit on the stool opposite.

"You talked to Freddie lately?" Ignoring the burning feeling rise up in my cheeks, I swallowed a chip and attempted to look uninterested.

"No, not in about two weeks, why are you asking?" I asked nonchalantly. She continued to take her time, eating her pasta slowly as I watched her wearily.

"Because..." she started to announce, but her attention turned to something over my shoulder.

"Hey."

I looked over to see Gio just about to sit down next to me, a tray full of food in his hands.

"Christ Gio, how much food do you need?!" I fake mocked. He simply nudged my arm and tucked into his food, ignoring my comment.

"So Kimmy, mind explaining what you and Freddie were doing last night?" Gio asked, avoiding eye contact. Shit shit shit shit. I figured he'd stay out of my room, but well, this is Gio we're talking about.

"Nothing, we were just tired, so we, you know...slept." I replied in a calm demeanor. Gio didn't look as if he bought it, but shrugged it off anyway and carried on eating, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Whatever, moving on swiftly," Emma said, breaking the silence. "Does anybody even know who Freddie's Mysterious Girl is?"

Emma quickly recognised the shock on my face and continued talking about the Mysterious Girl. Secretly, I hoped she would just laugh and say it was a joke. But unfortunately, she didn't. She did as I asked, she found out why Freddie was being so weird with me. I wanted anything other than this. I didn't want this, my stomach clenched as she described everything she knew about the Mysterious Girl, which wasn't a lot.

From the information she had obtained, Freddie had been seeing her for a while; or at least known her for a while, and he was completely infatuated with her. My throat burned as I took the information in, unknown tears threatening to spill.

Quickly, I was out of the cafeteria doors before I knew it and briskly walking down the hallways, gaining speed as I escaped from the commotion. 

I slammed into the girls toilets, not pausing for the girls walking out as I barged past them and into the stalls; ignoring their snide remarks on my rudeness. Honestly, I couldn't have cared less. For the moment, the only thing I could focus on was the words running through my mind. A girl? Why didn't I know this? Why didn't he tell me?

All answers he would have to answer. Why did it matter so much anyway? This was all unnecessary. He's just a friend. A friend. Just that.

"Kimmy?"

I looked up at the voice from my space on the floor, only to find Gio looking down at me.

"Why'd you run off, Kimmy?" I wiped my eyes with the bundled tissue in my hands as Gio sat down on the cold floor next to me. Wrapping his arms around me, I dropped my head onto his chest, focusing on the soft rhythm of his heartbeat. I simply shrugged as an answer to his question. He didn't reply, only continued to stroke my hair. Strangely, we fit perfectly. I snuggled into his chest, leaving him to comfort me. 

"Want to get out of here?" He asked after a while, his voice raspy. The school bell having gone long ago, I nodded in agreement, not trusting my voice to speak without shaking. He took my hand in his and pulled me up from the floor, but didn't let go of my hand. Once again, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fitted together, like a puzzle piece. I liked it. It made me forget about Freddie, a little bit anyway.

The house was empty when Gio and I arrived home. The whole place was eerie and silent, and strangely comforting. I allowed Gio to drag me to my room, closing the door behind us once there. The room was dark, the curtains closed and only allowing the faintest of light through. Slipping out of my jeans, I clambered into bed, Gio slipping in next to me soon after only to create a dip in the bed. Pulling me closer to him, I snuggled into him and enjoyed the comfort of his warmth.

We didn't talk; there didn't seem to be any need. We simply lay there, wrapped in each others arms. And it was nice. It made me forget about the world outside, just by sleeping together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. Sleep was nice, because things tend to happen when you're awake.

Sorry if this is so short and slightly crap- I'm just kind of busy with school and stuff and am a really bad procrastinator :') Haven't really written in a while so I don't know if the writing style has changed and stuff, it's just a quick update :)