The Last Virgin

Chapter Eight

I didn't say anything. I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean, best friends declaring their love to you doesn't exactly happen every day.

"Say something Kimmy!" he pleaded. I'd been silently watching him for five minutes. My breath caught in my throat when he stepped closer towards me. The next thing I knew, his chest was pressed up against mine, looking down on me.

"Say something Kimmy, please" he begged.

"N-no, no you can't love me, you're my friend. Friends don't love each other." I stuttered quietly, keeping my gaze on the grass behind him. You can't just fall in love with your friends, can you? Otherwise they wouldn't be your friend.

"You can't be just friends with someone you're madly in love with." he said quietly, his thumb stroking my cheek. I shook my head under his hold.

"We should forget about it, before anything goes wrong. But you never know, maybe in the future we can give it a go" I spoke quietly.

"Why can't you just accept it? Why can't we give it a go now?!" he cried. I kept my gaze away from his. 

"Because you're one of them, I can't trust you right now," I pushed him off me and walked towards the door before looking back at him, his gaze fixed on where I was previously standing. "I'm sorry."

I closed the front door without looking back at him again. Not wanting to take any of it back, to lie so he would be happy, because it hurt to see him like this, but I'm not sure he really wanted me for the right reasons.

***

He didn't speak to me for the rest of the week. We avoided each other in the hallways and the cafeteria.

Emma had tried multiple times to get me to think it through. This is what she was doing right now. Picking up my strawberry milkshake I took my time drinking it, thinking through my reply to Emma as she sat there frowning at me.

I raised an eyebrow at her expression, her head cocked to the right, pouting. "What?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"For someone who gives such good relationship advice, you're pretty shit at it in your own relationships." she said, stealing a fry of my plate, I slapped her hand as she went for another.

"I just don't think it's the right time, and if I sleep with him, it will still count towards their groups sick game." I explained, pointing a fry at the table over in the far corner of the cafeteria where a group of boys sat, some with girls hanging onto their arms, their skirts so short they should call it a belt. "I'm not letting them have me, and Freddie's in that group of tools."

"Hey, can I sit here?" I looked up to see Robbie standing next to me, a tray in his hands.

"Sure," I said, he plopped down onto the seat next to me. I looked up to Emma to see if she was going to say anything else, I bit my lip to refrain myself from laughing at Emma's bewildered expression.

"So what's up?" I asked, kicking Emma's leg under the table so she would stop gawking at him, she pulled a mock pained face. Robbie was oblivious to all of this; instead he was pushing the food around his plate. Actually, realising it now, he’d been awfully quiet today.

“Robbie, what’s up?” I watched him, waiting for an answer, “Robbie!” I shouted.

He looked up at me, startled by my sudden outburst.

“I said: What’s up?” when he still didn’t answer.

“Oh, nothing much, just tired.” His attention turned back to the plate in front of him.

“Um, okay.” It didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about whatever it was. I’m guessing it was stress.

“Hey, Kimmy, what’s happening with your dad?” I turned to Emma, who was obviously trying to change the subject.