Drifter Girl

No, Really?

Chapter 6 - No, Really?

[Reyna Morrison]

"Uh oh. No way, pretty lady. My momma didn't raise a cow pie, I ain't touchin' nobody who's out to get my virtue. I-"

I couldn't help it. He looked so good lounging by the doorway with his arms crossed, but seeing he had my attention changed his body language faster than you can say "yeehaw!"

First, his face became really red. Blue eyes wide and afraid and really contrasted against his deep blush. Then his hands came forward as if to convince me he meant no harm. The muscles in his arms tensed and tightened the grey tee he wore, making them more prominent. His movements lifted the shirt up, and I could almost feel the drool pooling in my mouth.

Ew. Body, really?!

I did what any normal teenage girl would do, of course. I laughed.

I could see the confused expression on his face before I bent over in laughter. Of course, I was still in just a towel and my wonderful brain decided that now was a good time to forget that.

"Uh... Ya might wanna... Y'know, get dressed first." I look up to see him covering his face with one hand. What I could see of his face had turned an even brighter shade of red and I almost collapsed again, if I had not begun to feel the wind on my body.

Wind...? But I-

I looked down towards my own body to see what it was he was getting flustered about. I giggled, still not over his oh-so-cute Texan twang. "It's just my naked body, what's there... To... Be..."

I looked down again, my eyes wide as dinner plates. I heard a faint exclamation of "Oh, Lord, here we go" before I let out a scream.

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So that's how we got here. 'Here' being both of us stuck in my room on opposite sides of my bed, whispering furiously at each other.

My face was about as red as a fire truck, and without looking behind me to see his face I just knew he was redder than I was. See, we were whispering to each other, but our backs were facing each other as well. We looked like total morons, but hey I was in a tightly wrapped towel.

"No I am not listening to you! You're trying to take my virtue!" The poor boy was still flustered, hints of his Texan twang showing. It almost made me laugh again, until I remember what that had lead to.

"For the last time, I am not trying to take your virtue! I just wanna make a deal, for chrissake!" I whisper-yelled back at him, making sure the stupid towel was secure.

He scoffed. "Oh, obviously your getting naked in front of me isn't a ploy to seduce me!" I made a face. "If you hadn't noticed, you ninny, I didn't mean to do that. So can you kindly shut the hell up about it?"

The sound of him spluttering behind me made an evil grin appear on my face. "Yeah, like that's the way to talk to someone with whom you're trying to bargain with." He finally answered. It was my turn to huff.

"What the- 'with whom'? 'Bargain'? Are you hearing yourself right now?! You sound like a Victorian era lady! And for your information I wasn't trying to 'bargain' with you," I said, sarcasm dripping off my last sentence, before I turned around a bit and glared at the back of his head. "I was trying to make a deal!"