The Bad Boy's Good Girl

15. "So ... No Sex Then?"

NOT EDITED

Yes, I can see her.

Every girl in here wanna be her.

Oh, she's a diva.

I feel the same and I wanna meet her.

(Sexy Bitch - David Guetta feat. Akon)

 "Hey," Drew says as he sits next to me. I glance at him, giving him my best, 'I don't want to talk' face. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing," I say. 

"C'mon, tell Drew - y," he pouts.

"Calculus," I groan, finally. Dropping my head onto the table, I sigh. "It's so hard."

"That's what she said," he says automatically.

"Shut up," I bite my lip to keep from smiling, rolling my eyes. "But seriously. I hate it."

He pats my back. "Don't you worry little girl, everything will get better, you just have to hold on," he chimes in a falsetto voice.

I hit his shoulder. "Weird. Don't ever talk like that again."

"You hit like a girl."

"I am one."

"So you say," he grins excitedly. "Why don't you prove it?" Playfully, he tugs on the hem of my shirt. I swat at his hand, laughing.

"Stop!" I say through giggles. "That' so perv-y."

"So ... no sex then?"

"Ew-w-w!" I grin.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, CG." He leans a bit closer. "For the record, if you spent the night with me, you wouldn't be saying that," his voice is flirtatious, "you'd just be begging for more."

I push him away. "Gross. Who said I'd be having sex with you?"

"I never said sex sex."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know the four bases?" he asks. I look at him quizzically. He holds up four fingers. "French," ticks one off. "Feel," one more off. "Finger," his third finger, as he looks at me with a dirty expression. "And ... fuck." 

"What?" I gasp, red going to my cheeks. Of course I know the bases! I just didn't think they could be this ... vulgar.

"Do you want me to do a repeat?" He asks sarcastically. "And by the sex sex thing, I could've meant oral or-"

"What the actual fuck?" I interrupt, my face getting even more red, if that were possible. "O-oral?"

"It's when a girl or a guy takes their mouth and-"

"This isn't sex ed!" I finally cut him off, throwing my eraser at his face. It hits his nose before bouncing off the table. He flinches while I begin to speak again. "Besides, I don't think they talk about ... that kind of sex in sex ed."

He lifts a corner of his lips. "They don't?" he asks, feigning surprise. "Maybe ... maybe I could teach you."

My jaw drops. "Gross! What's wrong with you? You're worse than usual."

"It comes with the Drew package, babe, take it or leave it," he grins, raising a hand and pinching my cheek. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I frown at him anyway, practically sizing him up.

"Haven't you heard of never touching a girl's face?" I ask.

"Most girls don't mind," he raises a brow.