Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
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-Ivy xx
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I close my eyes as I try to calm myself down. My hormones are going wild and honestly, I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing. It never was and especially not with him. I can feel his hot breath on my bare neck and I suddenly feel so naked even tough I'm probably the girl who's covering too much of her skin, considering that girls around me wear things that are in my opinion too short and some of them are walking around in their underwear.
Harry's lips on the skin of my bare shoulder bring me back to reality and I quickly move away, turning my body around to face him who's looking at me with a huge smirk printed all over his face. I open my mouth to say something, but absolutely nothing comes out and I look down at my shaky hands as I tug my dress down. It's already long, I don't know why am I trying to make it longer. And I also don't know why am I acting like this.
"What are you doing?" the words escape my lips before I can process them. He looks at me like I've gone mental as he raises his eyebrow, something I never was able to do, before he chuckles. It's not one of those chuckles that makes you melt at its cuteness; but it is as well the kind of one that mocks you for saying or doing something stupid. And I believe it is completely unnecessarily.
"I'm just messing with you, Jesus," he says with a roll of his eyes which makes me roll mine just in spite of him, "You 'good girls' really make me want to puke sometimes," he says, making quotation signs in the air with his large fingers. I don't know why I feel offended by him calling me a good girl. Being called like that always made be feel somehow special because nowdays there's not so many good girls. But, he said those words like I should be ashamed of it.
I'm not a good girl, though, I'm normal. Just like every other girl, "What do you mean by that?" I blurt out, again not even thinking about it. I just feel hurt by the way how he said that. It makes me feel like that's something wrong and honestly, all I want to do right now is take off this painful heels and throw them both into his face.
"This. That attitude. And that dress, for fuck's sake you couldn't find a longer dress. This is a fucking party, not that church thing," he says and I cross my arms, not believing myself that I was actually attracted to him. What was I thinking? Yeah, he is hot, but dear God, he's a real jerk and that makes him not so attractive.
"What should I, I don't know, walk around naked?" I yell, not because I'm mad, but because someone turned up the music again. And I am pissed off, but I don't want him to know that he managed to make me feel like this. It's unbelievable how many rude people like that there is in this world. It really makes me vomit. Oh God, I'm turning into him.
"I wouldn't mind that," he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes, trying to look cool with it, but the heat that raises up to my cheeks betrays me like always, even though I put a good amount of make up on my face, "Aw, you blushed, how adorable is that," he says and pretends to wipe a tear away and I scoff at him, while I'm still deciding if I hate him or if I'm sexually attracted to him. I'm both though, so that doesn't resolve the conflict I've found myself in.
