Saving Grace

Chapter Five. // Introducing Alex.

Chapter Five. // Introducing Alex.

"Are you gonna call him back?" I ask Amanda as we walk down the hallway to my bedroom.

I open the door for her and she walks in. "Probably not," she shrugs, throwing her bag on the ground and laying on my bed, "he's really good at all the handy work but he's shitty with the overall performance."

I roll my eyes as I unbutton my jeans and strip out of them after shutting my door, "then use him for his tongue and fingers and then get the hell out of there." I walk to my clothes hamper and pull out a pair of pajama pants from last night and slip them up over my legs.

"No because he'll want like a blowjob or something and he never trims down there," she makes a grossed out face, shaking her head to get the image out of her memories, "it's like rubbing your face in a pile of dead leaves." She mumbles.

I sit down next to her, crossing my legs and scrunching my nose, "ew, Mandy. I know I need this information if we're gonna chill and talk about it and stuff. But please, don't forget that Ryan is my friend and I don't need to know how often he trims his second beard."

Amanda rolls her eyes, "while you were screwing Anthony over the winter break, you spared me no details, bitch."

I lick my lips, groaning as I slouch down next to her and we both stare at the sealing, "please, can we not talk about that?" I ask her, grimacing, remembering last December.

A long time ago, I wrote off actual relationships and just had fun without any commitment, doing it with whoever and whenever I felt like it. And last December, I decided that Anthony Miles would be a great lay so I screwed him like fifteen times in a week. It was fun while it lasted but he's actually Amanda's guy friend. He's strictly off limits for her because she actually likes and respects him unlike all the guys she fucks. I'm a different story. I had no problem having sex with him. But the last time we did it, he didn't take his time to put the condom on right and it came off in my vagina. He didn't tell me and decided to just keep going. He pulled out last minuet and fucking ruined my favorite button up shirt and bra. When we were done, I asked him where it was and he shrugged and ran off. This was suspicious because he always liked to cuddle and I was always the one running away. I stayed there for a few minutes before I remembered seeing him put it on and toss the wrapper.

I spent six hours in the emergency room with my mom as she scolded me about safe sex. I swear she just kept repeating 'STD' and 'pregnancy' the entire time. When she finally shut up, we talked about it. My mom being my mom, told me a good brand to use that was easy for a dumb person to put on.

The doctor said that it wasn't that hard to get out and it happens a lot more often then you would think. He ran a few tests just to be sure and I was totally fine. I didn't have any STDs or babies forming in my belly.

Anthony still messages me every now and then I just send him a picture I got of a pregnant woman projectile vomiting off Google Images. He never responds after I send it so I don't know why he still tries.

"Whatever." Amanda mumbles, scrolling through Facebook on her phone. "What about Noah? Anything happened with him sense he first got back?"

"Yeah, the day he came back to my house with his parents, he found me on my way home and we fought. Then his mom harassed me after I left school Wednesday and he was in the back seat of her car." I sigh, looking at her. "And lastly, that night I got home from the diner and he was here waiting for me. We talked and he hugged me and I pushed him off." I roll over so I can face her and she does the same, "you know how it goes."