The Nerd is Actually Bad

Don't Be Scared

Chapter 16:

Shit.

That's all I have to say.

Shit.

Fuck.

Any other words that can express the predicament that I put myself in.

Hanging out with a boy might not seem that big of a deal to other people, but what if you where hanging out with Alex Cross. Now don't think I'm putting the guy on a pedestal, but fuck, it's Alex Cross.

I'm not usually a shy girl, but I haven't really hung out with someone in a long time, let alone a boy.

When you hang out with a guy, it usually entails of ten minutes of trying to watch a movie or talking, and the rest of the time will be either making out, or well more.

Crude? Don't think so. Guys are pigs. It's a fact.

If you hang out with a guy and you don't do anything of the more sort, then he's a gentleman, or he'll try it the next time you guys hang out.

Either way he'll try to get into your pants eventually.

And that's what worries me.

I'm no virgin, but still. I barely know him, I'm attracted to him but I barely know him.

I look at the ceiling of my bed and to the clock on my bed side table. Six thirty-five.
Twenty- five more minutes till I have to go to Alex's house.

I wasn't even ready.

With a painful sigh, I decide to get up.

I go to my closet and hold in another sigh. Fuck.

It's not even a date.

But still, fuck.

If it was a date, I wouldn't have to worry about if I should wear my nice underwear.

Am I overthinking everything too much? Probably, but that didn't erase the thoughts that are circling inside my head.

I finally decide on skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, and my trusty all black vans.

There was going to be no sex tonight. Or kissing. Or touching. Or anything, but the normal hang out.

That still didn't erase the thoughts of him pushing me against the wall, kissing me long and hard, and me touching his chest.

I never thought I would be horny for some guy, but Shit I was.

The truth was I am hoping for him to do all those things. But, at the same time, I just wanted to get to know him. I wanted him to be that guy who didn't want to get in my pants the first time we hung out, that he would want to get to know me.

I wanted to strangle myself. How more girly can my thoughts get?

I shook my head in disgust and grabbed my wallet and keys.

I climbed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Dad, I'm going to hang out with a friend. I'll be back around ten." I tell him.