Chapter 3
I pulled over to the side of the road so no one would crash into my baby (yea, I refer to my mustang as my baby, nothing wrong with that).
I put my head on the steering wheel and took long deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
Drew sat there silently, I didn't even look at him.
"What exactly did I tell you last night?" I asked after I was finally calmed down enough to speak.
"You told me that how you get sometimes. How you get the urges to have sex and most of the time their beyond your control. You also told me what happened before you got like this-I mean, what made you like this." his voice was low and I could just barely hear him.
How could I tell him about what happened? I've never told anyone that. I cant even admit to myself what actually happened.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" my voice was very low also.
"You really don't remember last night, do you?" he sounded hurt.
"No." I'm on the verge of tears but I cant let him see me weak, no one will ever see me that weak.
"I thought so. I mean you didn't even remember my name this morning. I didn't tell you because I was checking to see If you really didn't remember and this is the first time we've been alone since I figured it out."
Awkward silence filled the air.
Drew was the one to break it.
"I was hoping I wasn't another one night stand to you. I felt something, something real that I've never felt before. I thought you did too." nothing but sadness.
So I was right. A connection was made between us.
"So are you going to out me to the whole school and ruin the only good thing about my life?" a little anger came out as I thought that maybe he really would do this to me.
"I'm glad to know what you think of me." he said sounding completely hurt.
Drew continued when I said nothing.
"I'm not going to out you Alex. I care about you and I know you care about me. I want to help you with this. I know how much you hate yourself for being this way."
I turned to look at him.
"Listen Alex, I looked online and did a little research this morning. There are these classes for people with the same problem with you and they're supposed to help you out of this."
Drew smiled at me reassuringly.
My anger fumed and I sat up quickly and somehow stopped myself from slapping the shit out of him.
"I barely fucking know you and you think you can help me? You think that having some stranger listen to my petty life story is going to make me better!? Those classes are bullshit and they wont work for me. No one can help me. Not my parents, not you, and certainly not some stupid fucking shrink!!"
Before he could say something I rolled down his window and threw his bag out.
"Get the fuck out of my car." I said, the venom in my words dripping.
Drew did as I said and got out without another word. I expertly turned my car around quickly and sped off to my house without one look in my rear view mirror.
I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and so I bawled my eyes out on the drive back to my home.
Who does Drew think he is? Trying to interfere with my life and thinking there's a simple solution to my problem. I mean, yea, I know he was only trying to help but he just expects me to be okay with me telling some stranger my deepest, darkest secrets? Uhm, no thank you!
