To Be a Virgin Everything

"Hey there hotness!"

||Sup my readers! You see what this is, it's an update and I told you one was coming soon. Above is Edith Hemingway.||

When we arrived to Zeke's farm, Edith gave a histrionic face of amazement towards the farm she really had no interest in. I rolled my eyes at my overly dramatic friend and made a hesitant step toward Zeke. I stood next to him and shoved my hands into my pockets.

The feeling of Zeke's eyes on me was burning, almost like he had set fire to my clothes. It really did feel that way as his eyes stayed on me. The feeling was almost like all my clothes had burned off and it was just me, standing there, naked.

"So Noe," I feel my face turn red from the nickname. "Welcome to my farm, well my grandpas, actually it's more likely family's..." Zeke's voice vegans to drift, but he quickly turns his attention back to me. "For now I'm just going to go with my family's farm."

I just stare up at him still not sure of what to say, so I just nod.

He swings his arms around my shoulders and begins to move me forward. "Going back to being quiet, are we now? No no, you gotta talk hon." The arm wrapped around my shoulders forces me forward to a huge three storied farm house.

"Th-that's a big house," I say as my eyes begin to widen from amazement. Then I realize Edith isn't with us. I glance around for her, but it didn't take long because somehow she actually jumped out of nowhere and scared the crap out of me. What a crazy purple haired freak.

"Now don't go get scared on me, hon," Edith mocked Zeke. She gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed his arm off my shoulders that now hurt from him squeezing them. It wasn't for that long that his arm was on my shoulders but he put a lot of pressure on them.

We began walking toward the house again, Edith linked her arm through mine.

Then the door to the house opens right when we reach it. When the door had opened it almost smacked me in the face before Zeke pushed me to the side softly. I say softly because it was, it was almost like he was pushing me through a river of cool water, so calm, so relaxing, he seemed so calm, so- what am I thinking! I barely know this guy. 

I realize I'm staring at the ground, suddenly very interested in the pair of high top converse in wearing. Then I feel someone smack me right in the shoulder. I realize it's Edith and I look up, and I look again and again making sure my eyes are not fooling me. This guy standing in front of us has to be at least six feet, at least.

"So, Zeke, these must be the two that ran through the farm this morning, huh?" The guy looked down at us, then I looked at Edith. The next thing she said I just knew she was going to say.

"Hey there hotness!" Edith practically yelled it to the whole world. This girl has no walls, if she's thinking it she's going to say it.

"Excuse me?" The guy really didn't seem confused at all, his face was filled with pleasure. "What did you just say?" The corner of his mouth turned up.

Edith smiled ear to ear, "Maybe you should've been listening." Then she pushed past him, inviting herself into the house. His eyes never left her, as her's never left him.

"Well then," Zeke clasped his hands together as he looked at me. "Let's go inside, Noe." He tossed his arm back around my shoulder and we followed the six foot tall hotness inside. 

Edith had already helped herself to one of the leather couches when we walked into the living room. The guy who I assume is Zeke's friend or something, because I know he isn't Zeke's brother. They look nothing alike. 

I duck out from under Zeke's arm and try to make my way toward Edith. Then I feel someone grab my arm only to pull me backward. I'm turned around to face Zeke. He pulls me close to him, close enough I can smell his breath that smells of oranges. "I think we need to talk about somethings," he pulls me closer. My back is bent as he leans down toward me. I hold my breath unsure of what to say.

"O-okay," is the only thing that manages to spill out of my mouth. I look in the direction where Edith is sitting. The guy we met at the door was sitting next to her, his hand rested on her thigh a little too high up. "We'll be right back Edith, okay?"

She responds with another okay then waves my away, still looking in the eyes of that guy who's name I still don't know.

That's when Zeke pulls us apart, but he holds my hand leading us away from the living room, into the kitchen. He sits me down on a bar stool. Those eyes of his, they are still scorching me, it's almost like I can actually feel my clothes burning from my skin. He then turns my stool, it's one of those stools that are built into the ground and can spin, so I am facing the bar. 

When Zeke turns his back and walks over to the refrigerator I let my eyes wander around the room. Right away my eyes land on a painting. The painting is of a family, it's painted so well that it looks like a photograph. I immediately stand to my feet to walk over to the painting, but Zeke came back to quickly. He grabbed my hand only to sit me back down on the bar stool.

"Now don't go walking away from me," Zeke smirks setting a soda in front of me as he begins to drink his own. "You remember that weird freak out you had in the truck?" I shake my head sipping at the cool soda. "Well you yell my name, it was a weird kind of yell, it was less a yell and more a...a..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Moan," I say without thinking, then gasp covering my mouth.

"It's okay," Zeke forced a laugh. "I thought it would of been weird coming from me, but yeah that's what I meant." He leaned over the bar getting close to my face again. "So what was that outburst for?" His voice was lowered to a whisper. "So what are your intention Noelle Cook?"

"H-how do you kn-know my last name?" The feeling of shock ran through me.

"What is she doing here?" I heard a snobby, familiar voice say from behind me. I turned around to see Patrica, or Trisha, and then I noticed how she looked so much like Zeke.