The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 26: Understanding Doesn't Mean It Hurts Less

Hero

The moment I wake up to my phone burning up with calls and text messages from my family, I know the picture was out. I can't deal with them right now, not until I see how the picture looks like. I do really hope it's not as scandalous as I imagine it to be and I hope Jo's right about it looking like we were just making out at the backseat of her car.

"Baby, people don't even recognise us yet. We can't be sure if that was really the paps." Jo continues to argue as we hop in bed.

"I told you someone might see us Jo and you didn't even listen to me." I know what I'm saying is all rubbish but I couldn't help it. I'm growing more and more agitated as the time passes.

"Yeah, and yet you didn't try to stop me from bouncing up and down your cock either, so..." she shrugs but her glare is nothing close to nonchalance.

"That isn't the point here. We should not have acted like a couple of sex-starved teenagers out in public," I can't help my voice from rising which causes Jo to arch a brow at me.

"Your fucking point is stupid! We were horny, we fucked, we thought no one was around, we don't even fucking know for sure if that flash was from a camera. Can we just stop and wait until we know for certain? I'm getting sick going around and around this topic Hero," she snaps before laying on her side, her back to me. She's obviously pissed at me but I'm also very anxious so instead of spooning her from behind like we normally sleep, I lay on my side, my back also towards her this time around.

Minutes pass and the silence between us grows louder in my ears. I know she's still awake just like me, her uneven breathing gives her away.

"Are you seriously blaming me for this?" She whispers, my heart pinch at the sadness in her voice. I don't know how to tell her that in a way, I am blaming her. I'm an idiot but it is how it is. "You do know I'm gonna be just as fucked as you are if what you're assuming becomes real, right?"

I take a deep shaky breath. See, I know what she means by this. I know it's not gonna be just me under fire if a picture of us having sex does ever surface but I couldn't help think about how we are so different in our images. She's had her share of shady history when I... I've never had this kind of problem before.

"I'm gonna take that as a no," she huffs, making me wince. The next thing I know, I'm laying along on her bed as the door closes behind her. I want to follow her but I don't. What the bloody hell is wrong with me?

I open Felix's message first and the picture the greets me is like a slap right across my stupid face though I frown at his message that comes with the picture.

From Felix: You finally get a girl and you didn't even tell me about it you wanker! Tell me brother, have you been baptised by her? If you know what I mean 😉

Bunch of fucking wankers. I push my annoyance away and focus on the photo. It doesn't look like much really-Jo and I are kissing and her hands are around my neck. I know this moment; it's when Jo came and I followed right after, the kiss meant to drown her moans and whimpers. The car obscures our lower torso and the rest of our bodies. No one is obviously gonna think that we were actually fucking at that exact moment.

I'm a fucking idiot.

As my phone continues to buzz with multiple calls and notifications, I toss it aside and storm out of Jo's room to find her. I head first to the kitchen which is empty and so is the living room. There's only one space left and that's Mia's room. I try to open it after a few knocks but the door is locked. I start pounding on it, "Jo, love, please open up. I'm sorry." The feeling of deja vu overwhelms me. It's like Atlanta all over again, that time when I finally confessed my love for her. That time I vowed to make her fall in love with me.