Losing All Control

Chapter 6

I was doodling in my drawing pad in art when Taylor came in (20 minutes late of course) and sat down next to me.

He didn’t talk to me for a while but then out of nowhere he turned in his seat and faced me. “You want me.”

My jaw dropped, “What?”

He nodded, “You heard me.”

“I don’t want you...” I said sternly. Where the hell was this coming from? Why would I ever want him after how I saw how he treated girls at the party.

He leaned in close, so close that his breath tickled my face as he talked, “Trust me. You do. I can practically feel the sexual tension, so let’s get it over with and have sex already.”

I eyed him, “What about this” I said indicating between us with my finger, “screams sexual tension?”

He took a moment and then said, “Everything. I know some good spots, we could go now, I bet the janitors closet on the 2nd floor is open.” I just looked at him. “What? The one on the 1st floor is ALWAYS occupied, and to be frankly honest, it’s a little too small for my liking.”

What a tool. “I just saw you be a cold-hearted douche and break some girls heart, what about that would make me want to have sex with you?”

“As long as you understand that we’re not in a committed relationship, there shouldn’t be a problem.” He began tapping his pen annoyingly.

“I think I’ll pass, thanks.” I said and tried to focus back on my drawing.

Taylor nodded, “You’re a virgin.” He said it like a fact rather than a question.

I immediately blushed. How could he tell? Was it like written on my forehead or something?

He put his hand on my knee, “Don’t worry. I have no problem de-flowering you. I promise to be gentle-ish.”

I didn’t say anything; I just kept staring at the paper in front of me.

Taylor began rubbing circles on my leg with his thumb. It was making me feel things I didn’t want to feel in places I shouldn’t be feeling anything from him.

I grabbed his hand and quickly removed it. “No thanks.”

Taylor rolled his eyes, “Whatever. You’ll come around, they always do.” He put earphones in and cranked up his music loud enough that I could hear it perfectly.

The rest of class went by pretty quickly and I found myself walking to my next class. “Hey Carson!” I heard and turned around to see Cameron jogging up to me. A smile instantly appeared on my face.

“Hey Cameron!” I beamed.

A smile appeared on his face and it made my heart do cartwheels. “So, look, I was uh wondering, if you weren’t busy this weekend-“ he was cut off by Taylor coming up and putting his arm around me.

Taylor pulled me close to him, “Carson SO wants me. It’s only a matter of time before I bang her.” He sounded so sure of himself; I really just wanted to punch him.

Cameron managed to keep his cool, but I could tell he was pissed. Weather it was about their fight, or about me, I couldn’t tell.

I could tell things were quickly taking a turn for the awkward, so I stepped out of Taylor’s grasp and started to walk to my next class. “I’ll see you guys later!” I called over my shoulder, not waiting for a reply.

I could hear Cameron yelling at Taylor behind me, I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the tone of his voice didn’t sound good.

I picked up my pace and tried to walk a little quicker.