Opposite Ends

twelve

                      The next morning, I woke up in the arms of my bully and the guy I lost my virginity to.

                      If someone asked me a week ago if I would ever have sex with Isaiah Sanders, I would just look at them, laugh and walk away shaking my head in disgust.

                      Somehow, over the past six days, everything changed. I found myself falling for a guy who had seemed to fall for me too.

                      I sat up in bed, and brushed my hair back, off of my face, with my fingers. It tangled with my fingers which made me cringe. My hair was obviously a mess. I was almost too afraid to go look in the mirror, to fix it.

                      I slowly climbed out of my bed and realized that I was only wearing a white t-shirt and panties. I could tell that the shirt was Isaiah's by how much it smelled of his cologne.

                      It wasn't too much cologne but I still felt overwhelmed because it brought me back to the night before.

                      We were probably in that pantry for a good two hours before we could finally get our hands off of each other enough to climb the stairs to my room. Once we had gotten to my room, we both fell into my bed, making out and at some point, both fell asleep.

                      I stared down at Isaiah, and couldn't help but smile at how he slept. One arm was draped over his forehead, and his mouth hung open slightly.

                      I went into my bathroom and when I looked in the mirror, I grimaced. My hair stuck out everywhere. It looked absolutely terrifying.

                      I heard Isaiah stir in the other room and that made me scramble for the hairbrush. I brushed my hair in slow motion but I took long strokes. I really didn't want him seeing me like this. He would laugh his ass off.

                      Once I was done, I hopped in the shower.

                      There, I began to think hard about the choices I had made.