Till Death Do Us Part

Why?

I felt so good, we went to his bedroom and before I knew it, we sat on his bed and we were Kissing. This time, it was more than just a lovely Kiss, it was a hungry one. Like a tiger who wants a prey. Like a wolf who wants a sheep. He kissed me hard.
He gently pushed me down and told me to raise my hands. He took of my shirt and bra and kissed my neck, all the way to my breasts.

He was hungry.
He kissed my breasts and went down even more. He now arrived at my belly button. My whole body shivered. It was a Good thing that I was lying down. With his hand, he opens the button and zipper of my pants. He pulls it down. Right now he starts do Discover the area in between my legs. He massages me softly.
I moan.
Damn, this felt so Good.

He came back to my mouth and kissed me with so much passion. I quickly took off his shirt and his pants. His boxer is the only thing in between us.
He pushed it down, without letting go of my lips. He's An athlete.
My hands ran over his back and i could see him close his eyes. He was ready. And so was I.

My alarm clock rang.
It was only just a dream. This boy had me in his power. But if that's what my first time would look like, I wouldn't mind at all.
I got up, took a shower and put on my jeans and T-shirt. I ran downstairs to grab Something for breakfast and left.

After school, I would meet up with Sarah to talk about what happened in the bar that day.
I still wasn't happy about it at all. How could she do such thing? We needed to talk.

The day passed by and soon it was time to meet Sarah.
"Hey, I'm sorry for what happened... I was just Joking, But it came out the wrong way.", she said.
"No shit, Sherlock."
We talked and talked and I forgave her on one condition. She had to apologize to Thomasz. She agreed.

When I got home, I checked my phone and I realised it's been a while since I heard from my mystery boy. I still like to refer to him as my mystery boy, cause after all, he'd been nameless for a month or so.
I called him, But he didn't answer.

Did I do something wrong?
Was it all too quickly?
Does he think I'm ugly?
Every possible thing flashed into my head.

2 more days passed and finally I recieved a text message.

Hey, it's me.
Please don't Try to call or text me again.
You, me, it was Nothing.
We're over and done. It didn't mean a thing.

What?! Why?! I ran to my room and crashed in my bed. I broke down. He used me. It was Nothing. I'm so stupid.
How could I ever think that a boy like that could fall for a girl like me...

I cried for hours and hours until I fell asleep.