Busker Boy

Busted

Why do my bed sheets smell like Brandon
And why does my bed feels different?
I sit up and open my eyes, wondering what's going on and boy do I get the shock of my life.
I'm not in my room and Brandon's fast asleep beside me.
He doesn't have a shirt on and I can't stop my self from looking at his hot toned body.
I don't remember wearing an oversized shirt?
And why do I only have panties on?
Did, no we didn't have.
I push that thought away and realise I'm in Brandon's house. I spot my phone, grabbing onto it and turning it on seeing multiple texts and calls from non other than my mother.
"Shit!" I think to my self.
I sink back down into Brandon's sheets. I'm done for, what am i gonna say to my mother! How am I gonna get out of this alive.
Brandon's hand suddenly wraps around my waist pulling me in close.
He let's out a small grunt and kisses my cheek.
"You where so good last night baby cakes~"
He whispers in my ear over sexualising it.
"What the fuck!"
I push him away instantly.
"What's wrong babe?"
"Babe?!"
"What's wrong with you, you where all over me last night~"
He gives me that half grin and winks
"Well you must have been dreaming ass hole cause that never happened and I never remember, ever! Doing that"
I get out of bed and find my clothes that are scattered all over the floor. Maybe, we did, no!
I get out the door as fast as I could after putting on my clothes. Brandon trying his hardest to run after me.
I get to the door of my house and ready myself for my mothers outburst.
"Where in gods name where you last night?!"
I stop in my tracks and slowly turn towards her.
"I was worried sick!"
"I'm sorry mum, I, I was at Ella's house and my phone died so I couldn't call you".
"Really?"
"Y,yes"
"THAN WHY DIDN'T YOU USE HER PHONE!?"
She's yelling so loud I felt spit splat on my face.
"I don't know..."
"That's it! Your grounded for the rest of this year! No going out with friends till the start of next year, you got that!?"
"Yes mum.."
We stand there staring at each other for what seems like a good solid minute.
I start walking up to my room noticing that my mother is still eying me off like I'm her prey.
Collapsing onto my bed I try to rethink what happened last night.
All of what happened starts to sink back into my memory.
Brandon wasn't joking around.
We really did... have..
My eyes widen with shock and I push my self off my bed and start walking around in a circle.
Omg! No this can't be happening! Not now not ever!
Brandon is the last boy I would want to loose my virginity to.