I took a shaky breath. "Don't be scared." he whispered. I turn over so I'm facing him, I was now on my back.
"I knew you'd come around." He smiled. I kept my eyes on his face, not daring to look anywhere else. "We both know whats gonna happen next." He said, confident. "Doubt it." I told him. "Oh come on, you know I'm naked. A man, naked on top of a beautiful, half naked, woman." He described.
I brought my hand up to his face slowly. I held his cheek before pulling my hand back and smacking him.
He crawled off and got dressed. I wanted to leave, but it was my house. I waited for him to fall asleep then I went into the guest room. I decided to sleep there sense I was mad at him. You can't just do that. No.
I fell asleep slower than normal.
This time I awoke before Andrew. I opened the door to my room. Andrew was laying curled up with a pillow.
I grabbed a cup of water and threw it on him.
"Oh! God! I'M DYING! I'M DROWNING! HELP!" he yelled frantic. "Shut the fuck up!" I shouted. "It's water, from a glass. It's like not even a cup." I bitched.
"Wha-what the hell?" He asked, rubbing his face. "What the fuck were you doing last night?" I asked. "I-I don't remember, I was drunk." he explained.
"Well you were an asshole." I said. "What happened?" He questioned. "You... You were dumb." I avoided it. "Shit. What did I do?" he asked, worriedly. "You... Wanted to 'do it' but I smacked you, and you stopped." I told him. "I'm sorry. I guess I can't resist you." he said standing.
He got close to me. My fingers aced to run through his messy hair. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to my lips. He embarrassed me and pushed me to the wall. I reversed the rolls.
"You don't control me." I told him.
I grabbed my bag and headed to school.
I'm glad he was drunk, but I'm still mad. I mean wtf.
I stepped into the school. I wondered what Andrews obsession with taking my virginity was. I opened my locker. A single note tumble out. I sighed and picked it up. I opened it to find a disturbing note.
-Don't lose it to him-
I was scared, needless to say. Who knows this? My dad wouldn't do this. Andrew wouldn't.
