"I'm not a slut" I growled.
"Yes you are" Wil said.
"No I'm not" I hissed in frustration.
"Prove it" he leaned towards me and kissed up and down my neck. I let out a small groan. "If your not a slut what are you?" He questioned as he pinned me against the wall behind me.
"I'm single" I complained.
"Single means you can do whatever you want?" He asked me.
"Exactly"
"Sounds great" Wil said putting his hands on my waist.
"I thought you were a good boy" I whispered.
"Who told you that?" He asked.
"Everyone" I replied.
"I mean I'm only good, when I want to be" Wil said.
"Damn" I said, I started to walk away.
"What?" Wil said, grabbed my hands. "What did I do?" Wil asked me.
"Nothing" I said. "Just, I have to go" I said walking out of the party. He started to follow me.
"Where are you going?" He asked me.
"I said I had to go" I hissed.
"Tell me what I did wrong!" Wil yelled. I looked at him. His dark brown eyes, and his chestnut hair. I saw the way he was looking at me, no one looked at me the way he was. No one had ever looked at me that way.
"You? You didn't do anything wrong. I did, it was a mistake coming here." I said a tear falling from my eyes. I started to walk away again, and Wil pulled me around by my hands and looked me in the eyes.
"Why was it a mistake?" He asked me. His hand still holding mine. It was nice and smooth. It was warm, not in a sweaty way but in a perfect way. "Tell me why it was a mistake." Wil said walking close to me.
"Because everyone in that party is calling me a slut, because of tad and Jennifer. I haven't even done it, and she has. And she gets everything she wants easily. My friends are like 'just give her a chance' but she's taking them away from me, I just know it. She's hated me since that soccer practice, that I broke up with Zach. And she's getting even, because I made her look like a slut. Everyone wants her, she's everyone's first choice. But me I'm not anyone's first choice." I said crying a bit. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and hugged me.
"You're my first choice" Wil said. "Sorry about the slut thing, I... I-"
"It's okay" I said hugging him back. "It's not your fault you didn't know"
He was the one to pull away from the hug.
"Do you wanna go somewhere else?" Wil asked.
"Sure" I said. "What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"7 eleven?" Wil asked.
"Sure" I giggled
