What's Your Name?

Chapter 2: Deflowering the Beast

I kept myself busy all morning and continued to do so through the late afternoon. I cleaned the kitchen and my room, washed the dog, even watched a couple of hours in a series I was recommended on Netflix. But no matter what I tried to occupy myself with, I found myself constantly glancing at the outfit laying on my bed.

It was casual, right? It was casual to have a bit of cleavage out. It was definitely casual to wear three-inch heels to a dinner date. Date? Was this a date? No. It couldn't be. 

I snatched the outfit off my bed and threw it to the side, ruining the soft creases I had ironed into my dress pants. I couldn't wear this. I had to dress bummy. I had to dress as if I was eating at McDonald's with an old elementary school friend.

With a level head, I looked at the time. Eight was almost upon me, and I planned on taking a shower before I left. I searched my room for my ripped jeans and a soft cotton tee. A nice jacket would bring it all together.

When I looked at the outfit I stretched out before me I grit my teeth and bit the inside of my lip. I felt a twinge of disappointment at how the outfit looked when pieced all together, and decided I would resort back to my original outfit.

A few hours later, at eight o'clock on the dot, the doorbell rang. 

"Hello. Well, don't you look nice," I whispered. My voice lowered when I realized I was saying things I shouldn't have. His smile faltered as they swept me up and down. Stopping at my shoes, he tucked his lips and produced a full smile.

He could at least compliment me back.

"The car's running. Let me help you down." He referenced my heels, gesturing towards them with his hand.

In the car, it was a comfortable ride. A song came on I recognized, and when I started singing softly, Pimmit turned the song down slightly.

"Why did you turn it down?" I turned towards him in protest: my vibe is thrown off. "Do you not like my singing?" I playfully teased.

"I wanted to hear it better. You sounded good...once I realized you were singing and not trying to place some curse on me."

I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn't. Every time I was around him I felt my heart sizzle in a skillet of love and regret—the suppressed fireworks of a bond that can never be given its chance to spark. I refused to look at him, knowing the poison love seeping through them. He was going to lure me into a trap of contentedness, and I wasn't planning on falling into it.

"Come on, Victoria. We're alone in this car. I know how much you talk about me. Let's have a conversation."

"Okay..."

I stay silent for a second to think about a topic. I bite my lip and shake my head. We're stopped in traffic, so he looks at me quizzically.

"Say it. Whatever you just thought about, say it. I don't care if it's weird, just spit it out." When he saw me shake my head again, he softened his voice and tried to coerce me once more. "This is the only chance I'm giving you to ask anything you want."

"Can it be a two-part question?"

As soon as the words left my lips, I knew what he was going to say.

He was going to make a dad joke.

"Go ahead, but you've already asked one part." A small smile tugged at the side of his lips like he was actually doing something. 

"That's fair. Um, what..." I trailed off, knowing the original question I had in my mind was definitely not going to fly in any regard. But still, I wanted to stay in the ballpark and test my bravery. I knew I would regret asking, but I decided that you only live once, and I really wanted to know. "what is your favorite sex position?"