Vanessa's POV
I shut my locker, only to see Chris standing behind it. I sighed. "Chris.."
Chris and I were.. hooking up for a little bit. Probably about a month. I ended it a few days ago and I haven't seen him since.
Why did I end it? Because I didn't just wanna be "fuck buddies" or whatever. He's actually a really nice guy and I.. caught feelings for him.
I didn't tell him that, of course. We were both in that situation for the same reason, so I knew that he didn't want what I wanted.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked. "I have to go," I tried walking past him, but he caught a light grip on my arm.
I froze at his touch. It meant nothing before, but now, it sent some sort of sensation through my entire arm.
"Please," he whispered, letting go. I turned to face him. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it.
"Come with," he said, nudging his head towards the door. "I need to tell Roni-" "I already told her we're hanging out," he cut me off.
Wow, he really had this planned out.
"I- okay," I gave in, following him out. He led me to his car, opening the door for me like he did before. It was something the guys in my past didn't do as often as he did.
I sat in his car, and seconds after, he came in and started driving. The first minute was silent and awkward. I couldn't even look in his direction.
"Why did you need to talk to me?" I finally asked. "Why did you cut off what we had?" He asked.
I looked at my hands in my lap, not knowing what to say.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He glanced at me. "Okay, question for question. You answer mine first, why did you cut off our thing?" I asked.
"Ask another question," I said. "Okay, fine. Why won't you continue what we had?" He asked.
I sighed and shook my head. "Why do you wanna know so bad?" I finally looked at him. "Because I m-" he cut himself off. "Answer my question first," he pulled to a stop. Looking out the window, we were in front of his house.
"Chris," I whined, leaning my bead back against the headrest. He reached over and unbuckled my seatbelt, before coming out of the car.
I stepped out, meeting him as we walked towards his porch.
As we walked in the door, we heard Karisma and her best friend, Savannah in the living room.
"Hey," I waved, smiling. They did the same back. "Kizz, can you order food?" Chris asked. "I already ordered pizza a few minutes ago," she said. "Okay, we'll be downstairs," he told them.
Downstairs? He's only ever taken me to his room, the living room, kitchen, and shown me the bathroom for when I needed it.
"Did you know she was home?" I asked, once we reached the bottom of the stairs. "I did," he nodded.
I was so confused.
"Then why did you-" "Please tell me why you cut us off," he gently looked into my eyes.
"I can't," I shook my head. "Why not?" He asked. "Did you get another guy-" "What? No," I immediately turned it down. "I'm not a freaking whore," I said.
Okay, yeah maybe we were "fuck buddies," but after my ex, he was only the second guy I've ever.. done it with.
"I know. I'm sorry, that's not what I was saying," he said. "So there's nobody else?" He asked. I shook my head.
