How To Save A Life

Chapter 8

Alyssa's POV

I went to the bakery and got two cookies. One for me and one for Tom.

I have no clue why I am doing this.

I get to his house and ring his door bell.

A minute later the door opened. It was a woman.

"Hello." She said.

"Hi... Umm... Is Tom home?" I asked.

"Oh yea he is in the living room. Come on in." She gestured into the house.

"Um.. Thanks." I replied.

I went into the living room and saw Tom laying on the couch watching How I Met Your Mother.

"I love that show." I said and he fell off the couch.

"WHAT THE HELL!" He yelled.

"I brought you a cookie." I said. Showing him the box.

"COOOOOOOKIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" He yelled. Getting up rushing to me.

I handed him the cookie and he ran back to the couch like a child. It was super cute.

I laughed and he looked up at me.

"Come here." He said patting the cushion next to him.

"Nah.. I will just leave." I said pointing behind me.

"No!" He demanded, "You are going to come here and watch tv with me."

"Okay..." I went over and sat on the couch.

For the next three hours Tom and I watched whatever was on tv and ate our cookies.

"I got to go." I said.

"No don't leave." He whinnied grabbing my hand.

"Well I kinda have to because my mom is probably worried..." I carried on.

"Call her and tell her you are here." He said like it was so easy.

Before you say well duh it's easy. Well it is not. My mom has trouble with me around boys.

"Umm... I don't think that's a good idea." I mumbled. Pulling my hand out of his.

"Yea it is." He said moving closer to me on the couch.

I moved away from him. Which is the end of the couch, "Umm.. Not really."

"Why not?" He questioned. Moving closer.

I didn't move, "Well my mom has problems with me and boys." I whispered.

He laughed, "What did you do that your mom hates guys with you? Did you get caught having sex?" I blushed. "Oh my god! You did!"

"No way! I am a virgin." I mumbled.

"Shit! Seriously!" He cursed. Scooting closer.

"What?" I said flustered because how close he is.

"You don't look like a virgin." he said.

"Are you calling me a slut?" I said angrily.

"Umm... No." He said.

I groaned and scooted over more. Making me fall on the floor.

"Hey down there." He called.

I didn't say anything.

"You look lonely." He said climbing off the couch and next to me.

I turned around, so my back was to him.

He turned me on my back and straddled me.

"Oh my god! Get off me!" I yelled.

"You don't like this?" He asked. Grinding on me. My face is probably red as a tomato.

"No!" I was freaking out.

He started grinding harder and I felt something stab into my thigh.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" I screamed. "Are you getting a boner?" I whispered.

He laughed. Still sitting on me.

I pushed him off me and ran as fast as I can out the door.