The Virgin Diaries

Chapter Six

Dear Diary,

So where should I begin? I know I've been writing to you for years now, recording things I'd never say out loud, and preserving every last memory I have of my high school career. But I never thought I'd be saying I was getting taught how to be intimate with Wesley Stromberg, the hottest guy in Huntington Beach. I've been going through everything that happen in the last few hours. What would we do? What would we say? How would I be able to kiss him when I can barely hold a conversation with him?

I closed my diary and sighed, going through my normal routine. You know, shower, brush teeth, get into bed and go into a semi-coma. Or is that just me? Never mind, that's not important. The important thing was the light tapping on my balcony doors. I turned toward the doors and waited. The tap came again, along with someone's face against the glass.

I was about two seconds from running to my parents' room when I noticed that the face belonged to Wesley. I did, however, continue to panic. He couldn't possibly want to start teaching me now…could he? I walked over to the door and unlocked it. Wesley stepped in with a smirk on his face. What is he up to?

"Nice Pjs." He said, brushing past me to sit on my bed. Of all the times he could've snuck into my room, did it have to be when I was wearing a cookie monster tank-top with koala bear face slippers?

"Uh, thanks." I rushed over to the door and locked it. The last thing I needed was someone walking in. Wesley kicked off his shoes and reclined on my bed. "You know, I'm really glad you're comfortable, but do you mind telling me why you're here?" Although I sounded completely nonchalant about the whole thing, I was freaking out. Wesley smirked and sat up.

"I was on my way home when I realized, we hadn't really set any rules." Oh boy, here come complications.

"What do you mean by rules?"

"I mean, no one can know about this. Especially not Austin, you understand?"

"Not that I'm disagreeing with you on that, but why is it so important to you that he doesn't know?" Wesley sighed and looked away.

"Ryan may be my best friend, but Austin is pretty much tied with him. If he knew we were doing this, he'd never forgive me." In that moment, Wesley was the guy I used to know. He was the sweet caring person that I found so attractive.

I wanted to ask Wesley why he would even bother if he knew Austin would be hurt, but I left it alone. It probably would've been some vulgar reason and my image of Wesley would be blown to smithereens.

"I don't want him to be mad with me either. How about we only meet up Mondays and Thursdays? My parents are at PTA meetings and Austin goes to my uncle's house on Mondays. On Thursdays, mom and dad go to dinner together and Austin goes out with some girls and guys from his grade. Do those days work for you?"

A slow smile crept onto Wesley's face as he stood. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he came closer to me. I sucked in a breath and held it. My heart pounded in my chest when Wesley stopped in front of me. He raised a hand to my cheek and leaned against my ear.

"Those days are perfect." He placed a kiss on my cheek and I immediately tensed up. Having him this close was nerve-wrecking. We were silent. When he finally stepped back from my ear, he did the rudest thing. He laughed right in my face. Yes, that's right. After an intense moment with him, he laughs in my face!

"Ugh! You are such an ass!" I hiss, shoving him back farther. It was pointless because he didn't budge, but it did make me feel a bit better.

"What did I do?" He asked, still laughing.