CHAPTER 2
It's finally Friday but the worst part is going to this stupid boy's house who knows nothing about me and could murder me for all I know.
"Ring! Ring!" I pressed the door bell frequently. I just couldn't help but push over and over, it's so amusing to me.
A few seconds later a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes walks up to the door and unlocks it. I could hear her unlock four locks, but I didn't blame her because her house is probably worth all my families blood combined.
"Hello dear, are you Elizabeth?"
"Yes, ma'am I am."
"Well come on in!" "Joe isn't home yet but will be shortly. So in the mean time would you care for a drink?"
"Umm no thank you, I'm not all that thirsty at the moment."
We sit down at this huge table probably as long as my whole house. It was fit for the room because for one, mahogany goes with almost everything in my opinion.
"What brings you here?"
"Well, my parents and our school dean thinks I should, uhh, talk to someone." I said this quiet and embarrassed although I've never been embarrassed before.
"Oh, yeah my son is very good with kids in your situation. He should be in his sophomore year but he takes on school so well that he skipped a grade."
"Oh wow. Well I'm normal, but I should be in eighth grade for the shit I do."
She glares at me in disbelief because I just said shit in her house and that I should be in eighth grade. I guess the woman has never felt a put down with her son.
We hear the door open and in walks a tall boy with short dirty blonde hair. At a glance, he isn't all that attractive. He has some chub to him. But for some reason, to me, I thought it suited him.
"Hey, Mom!" "Oh, Is it Friday already?!" He says in shock.
"Yes son, now take this young lady to your room and help her out!" "I think she needs some." She says under her breath obnoxiously.
I follow Joe up to his room, which I might add was pretty big. As you walked in, it seemed like any teenage boy's bedroom but it had something to it that made it special.
"So, uh, where should I sit?"
"Anywhere you like." He says without hesitating.
I picked a spot near an open window, where there was cushion and enough room for both of us.
"Ladies first." He says while motioning his hand for me to sit down as he grabs a notebook and a pen.
I sit down criss cross because it's my favorite way to sit. I feel like a kid again. The time when my parents loved me.
"You know I don't want to talk to you about my so called problems, right?"
He answers "Yes I know, so what would you like to talk about?"
"Well idk, maybe describe yourself and your life?"
He says, "okay."
Then he started talking but I couldn't help but to just daydream into his eyes wondering what he was like even though I could've just listened to him.
"Now describe yourself maybe?"
"Oh um okay." I say shyly.
I start by saying "Well, I am 15 turning 16 in July. And I'm here because my parents think what I did last summer was way out of hand."
"What did you do last summer?"
"Well, I was partying one night. Drinking, drugs, and dancing. I was so drunk that I started grinding up on this guy I didn't even know. And he liked it. Which now thinking about it, is really gross. But that isn't even the worst part. We were so wasted that we snuck into the woods, sat near a tree and started to make out. Full on, toungue, and eventually he began to have his hand crawl up my back slowly. I pushed it down, some of my normality showing through my drunk ass. He started to head down south. As I started to push it away he grabbed my hand with his other free hand. And eventually we ended up laying down. Which is never good, especially when your wasted. He unsnapped my bra. And that's all I can remember until waking up to my parents looking over me with extremely angry faces."
"Oh, did you lose your virginity?"
"What?" I say as my face turned completely red to the question he just asked.
"Oh sorry. That kind of just came out."
He looked down in shame. As if he were a dog and I just yelled at him and used the term, bad dog!
I said ignorantly "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean, idk if he had sex with me or not. I was kind of passed out in the moment, but I do remember us half naked when we woke up, which definently led my mom to believe we did."
"Oh okay."
For some reason talking to Joe about this didn't make me nervous. I felt safe. At the same time, in the back of my head, I knew he was a guy. A guy I didn't know very well. But what did I have to lose? Everyone in the world already knew.
I saw out the window my mom's car pull up.
"That's my ride, see you tomorrow."
He says "Alright!" With a smirk on his face.
I got into the car and my mom immediately says "Did you make any progress?!" Acting like she had been holding in the question all day.
"Sure whatever mom."
We began driving home and all I could think about was him. He was so unattractively attractive. His chubbiness only gave me the urge to hug him more.
After dinner I immediately ran to bed and again thought about Joe. I have never really felt this way before. Butterflies in my stomach were very new to me. And I kind of liked it.
-Thank you so much for reading! I will most likely post the next day tomorrow! It will be a good one!
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