The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

17. Thursday Night: Screwing up and Screwing Around (Levi)

Alright, everyone, this is a VERY intense chapter with a good amount of cursing. This chapter will deal with physical abuse, sexual abuse, and strong mental illness mentions.

I wrote this chapter so intensely to show the great divide in male and mental illness. Men can be mentally ill; men can cut, men can be sexually harassed (or in this case just sexually uncomfortable) men can by beaten, men can cry.

So, this is mean to make you feel very uncomfortable, but if it is too much, let me know.

Without further ado

Levi

Thursday - 8:32 pm

"So, it's..." I groaned, trying to resist finger counting. The numbers were inside my brain but jumbled and blurred as I tried to process them, "negative 38."

Vivian chuckled, grinning. "You are so silly, Levi."

She blushed as she placed her hand on my thigh.

I flinched, feeling slightly uncomfortable. I tried to scooch away, but she just stuck to my side.

I swallowed hard.

"Distance can't be negative," she exclaimed, fluttering her eyebrows.

You must understand, Vivian, now an astonishingly popular and smart girl, was my childhood crush,

In sixth grade, before I had my growth spurt and grew more daring, I asked her out.

She said no, understandingly. I was a wimp.

But ever since I became a popular jock, she's been swooning all over me.

Therefore when rumor spread I needed a tutor, she offered.

But the way she asked excluded actually asking. She just shoved her intelligence and "tons of free time" onto my afternoons.

So, here she was, both of us sitting on my bed.

To be frank, she was still very hot, luscious wavy charcoal hair and flawless toned skin. After 8th grade, she went back to her family in Venezuela before returning sophomore year.

"But-" I stammered, frowning. I was such a failure; this chapter was supposed to be the 'easiest chapter.' And here I was unable to comprehend what is the length some girl named Maria's garden lot.

"It's okay," she smiled flirtatiously, leaning forward.

I held my breath as she was inches from my face.

I wanted to remind her I had a test tomorrow, but honestly, I would do anything to get out of studying.

I looked into her hazel eyes, laced with green crevices. "Remember 6th grade?" she whispered, her hot breath my cheek.

"Uh-huh," I nodded, finding myself smiling.

I hadn't kissed anyone in the longest time. Maybe it would make me feel happy.

That's what everyone says: a girl can get you out of a mood.

Of course, I doubt it would, but as she wrapped her hands around my neck, I couldn't help to resist.

"I've always wanted to kiss quarterback," she gave a timid grin, blushing.

I swallowed hard, in disbelief that anyone would want to kiss me. But I caught myself, she didn't say me she said a quarterback, and as far as she knew, I was the typical quarterback.