Letters to Gibran

Chapter 8

I pressed my finger lightly to the the left side of my head. My eyes still remain closed as we continued to move. I squeezed my eyes tightly, attempting to subdue the pain as my head rested against the window of the passenger seat but it barely gave any relief to the gnawing ache.

Nikollette must've noticed my discomfort as I felt her hand lightly graze my arm. "We're about 10 minutes from your house so try and hang in there".

I opened my eyes and glanced over to her as her eyes remained concentrated on the road ahead.

"I'm fine. It's just my head". I sat up straighter, stretching my arms in front of me.

I heard Nikollette clear her throat and without even looking at her I knew that the inevitable was able to happen. She was going to ask me what the heck happened at the beach and my response was going to be one that she was going to like.

"So". Here it goes. "What the heck happened back there?" She asked, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She didn't look my way which I was thankful for.

"I don't know". That was truth. I had no idea what was going on. This thing wasn't the norm for me and my lack of inexperience was no help to me.

She looked at me this time, deadpanning. "You don't know what happened out there because I have an idea".

Here it comes. "I really don't want to hear your idea". I cringed at the words she was about to say next.

She clicked her tongue. "Well too bad, you're going to hear it".

She turned onto the main road, heading in the direction of my house. But there was still at least 7 minutes before I could leave the car which meant I had no choice but to hear her theory of what had happened and I was dreading the explicit sexual references she'd be making.

"So this guy who I assume you've had a few encounters with but you've failed to even mention him".

"I did try and tell you" I interjected but she cut me off again before I had the chance to elaborate.

"There's obviously a lot of sexual tension occurring between the two because he never left your side and you tried to pretend that you weren't loving the fact that he stayed with you instead of hanging with his own friends".

I will give her that. Her point of him staying by my side which I did in fact love but I wasn't about to say that aloud. Knowing that he was missing out on a game of Volley ball with his friends, just to stay by my side only amplified that tingling feeling in my stomach. I was in a complete state of euphoria, where I didn't feel the shame of having these lustful feelings for a boy I only had a few encounters with.

My head snapped back as Nicollette clicked her fingers in front of my face. "You still with me?"

I grabbed at her fingers and swatted them away. "What point are you getting at?"

"My point is, you're having wet dreams for a boy you've never spoken about who practically carried you to the car and almost kissed. If only I hadn't been there". She said, looking angry at herself.

"Relax. You're blowing the whole thing out of proportion. He is just a friend from uni who I've seen around and spoken to a few times. What you saw out there was just a friend helping out another friend". That was the truth. Well some of it. I was maybe omitting but I wasn't lying.