Fingerprints that leave me covered for days

5

"Tony, get off me. Please?" I almost pleaded, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.

He obliged and removed the hand that pressed my lips together,the one still held me forcefully against the tile wall, and honestly.

It turned me on that he had control over me.

"Why did you do it?" I asked.

"Do what?" He asked, genuine confusion washed over his features, and coated the tone of his words.

"Me. That whole night was a mistake." I muttered, fixing my hair with my free hand.

"Why did I do you?" He almost chuckled, running his hand through his smooth black hair, it's slightly shaggy form falling just below his ear

"I honestly don't know, out of all the college sluts,and drop out whores something about you just made me want you." He said, pausing right over the drain.

"Why? Was It because I was the only virgin, and you felt like you needed to have me before anybody else?" I asked as I rubbed my shoulders.

"Holy shit, you were a virgin?" He asked, the confused tone now changed into a proud, confident tone.

I slowly wagged my head back and fourth and pinched the bridge of my noes between my index finger and thumb.

"That whole night was a mistake. If I would have just stayed home and not let Sammi drag me along we wouldn't be in here in a smelly, nasty ass high school bathroom arguing, and a picture of me sucking your dick wouldn't be going around the school." I cried into my hands.

"Listen to me-." He slipped his index finger below my chin and looked me dead in the eye.

He rubbed his thumb under my eyes and cheeks, rubbing off the tears.

"That night was a lot of things, but it defiantly wasn't a mistake. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't be crying over an asshole like me. Please don't get stuck on me. I'm nothing too special, find someone worth your time, not someone who just wants to waste it." He said.

He leaned in and passionately pressed his lips to mine.

Not hungrily and horny like the first time they had ever met.

It was sweet and soft, with just enough pressure to send butterflies through me.

"You're beautiful." He whispered against my lips.

He grabbed his things and left the bathroom, leaving me a confused bundle of emotions.

I stood there for a few more minutes, just staring at my reflection, occasionally pressing my index and middle finger against my lips where his hand been moments before.

I wiped off my makeup and replaced it with a fresh, lighter layer, I grabbed my bag and sat In the hall by my first period's class door as I waited for the bell to ring.