The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 19: I Am Who I Am

Hero

Stop chasing her?

I can't. That is literally not possible. I no longer know anything other than chase after her.

She's hastily walking down the street opposite the direction of our hotel. Where is she heading off to at this time? It's three in the morning for crying out loud.

"Josephine, just stop acting like a little child and come back here!" My loud voice is the only thing disrupting the quiet and stillness of the night aside from Jo's heels clicking on the pavement.

"I will if you stop acting like a fucking neanderthal! I am not going with someone who just called me a fucking slut! Seriously, that was way out of line Hero!" She spits without looking back at me. Despite how long my strides are, I can't seem to catch up with her fast steps. She's really out here trying to get as far away from me as possible, isn't she?

"I told you not to wear that bloody dress but you didn't listen. You just had to taunt me like that, yeah? You know I'm not used to this and yet you always try to stir shit up. " I finally catch up to her and grab her wrist, preventing her from going any further. She spins around and faces me head on, her eyes spitting fire with her fury.

Goddamn it! She's stunning.

"I wore this dress because I thought you'd like it on me! I didn't wear it for anyone else but I might as well have, at least they'd appreciate my fucking effort to look pretty!"

What?

"You did this for... me?" I ask in disbelief. And here I thought she was doing this shit so she can show off to other men. It's not my fault I think this way though. Ever since I met her, I've always known her to be such a tease; always flirting and tempting-to that guy at the bar that night, to me and then to Dylan. I can't deny that I was absolutely livid at the thought of her wanting attention from any other guy aside from me but now that she just said she actually dressed this way for me, the feeling of overwhelming relief washes over me before my remorse creeps in. I did act like an actual prick to her; calling her names I shouldn't have and blaming her for practically being groped by that dipshit earlier.

"Yes, you happy now?" She hisses, glaring at me and pulling on her wrist from my grip.

I don't let go of her and instead, I pull her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry. For acting like a complete idiot and for calling you a slut. You aren't, I'm just a fool." All of a sudden, I am fully sobered up from the alcohol and weed.

"I'm not letting this go that easily Hero. You can't treat me like I'm some kind of possession that you can dictate and expect me to be nice and nod along with it. I am who I am, stop trying to fucking change me." Her voice is a lot softer now but her words still drip with enough resentment to make me feel like the complete ass that I am.

"I am not trying to change you, I like you for who you are. You should know that by now. I just... I didn't like the thought of you flaunting your body like that." I make absolutely no sense at all but I'll say what I have to say for her to forgive me and come with me back to the hotel.

"That's who I am though, Hero. I flaunt my body, I flirt with anyone I want. I do what I fucking want, when I want to. If you can't handle that, then you better think twice about spending this amount of time with me." She pushes herself away from me but let's me hold her still, my hands still around her tiny waist.

"I'll figure it out on my own, okay?" I pathetically plea. The things I'm willing to do and the lengths I'm willing to go for this woman is endless that sometimes it's frightening. I've never been with someone like her; she's the complete opposite of Sophia-or at least who I thought Sophia was. Thinking about it now, Jo is definitely a better person than her even if Jo does things that aren't really... conventional. I'd say drinking alcohol, taking drugs and having premarital sex with people who you aren't related to is better than cheating on your boyfriend by fucking your stepdad, wouldn't you agree?