A virgin's lovestory

Confusion

Ella Baker: Hey, Ella this side, Save my number.

Dylan Davidson: Hey there? What's going on?

Ella Baker: Just the usual,you tell me?

8 hours later

I was constantly checking my phone everytime it vibrated hoping a text from Dylan, but there was no reply after my last text to him, why would he text me anyway? He has a dozen of hot girls wanting to sleep with him I thought to myself.

But there was some spark in the conversation we had on that dating application, or maybe it's just on my mind, he is a big time playboy, maybe he was just flirting with me to convince me to sleep with him and later when he realised that it's useless trying here he decided to reduce the conversation.

Another fact about me, I can overthink and assume things for hours, and later jump into some stupid conclusions and trust me I actually believe them.

Next day

I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for my bus with Lily, we usually take a bus home from college.

Did you see Dylan's latest Instagram picture Ella? Lily asked me in excitement.

Well, uh, I don't follow him I replied trying to look away and sound uninterested but boyyyy I wanted to know what post Lily was talking about.

Well then you should definitely have a look at this she said while giving me her phone.

My eyes got wide opened, Dylan posted a picture of his neck with alot of hickeys on it, as if he was flaunting some awards.

Oh so that is why I did not get a reply last night I thought to myself

I hated to admit it, but I felt bad, and honestly at this point of time me feeling bad about Dylan having a night with someone makes no sense because he has always been a playboy and we hardly know each other.

On my way home, I continuously thought about the whole situation and convinced myself that this guy is not meant for me, I am sensible enough to understand that he just wants to sleep around with different women every night and that's the complete opposite of what I want.

And I was successfull in removing Dylan out of mind.

But there was no harm in stalking his Instagram once,I thought to myself and so I did.

Typical playboy feed!

Every single picture he posted had  some different girl who was either kissing him or was all over him.

Stalking his Instagram gave me one more strong reason as to why I should avoid this guy.

A few weeks later

Going to clubs had become a regular thing for me and Lily now. We partied almost every weekend and this weekend we decided to go to the club we first went to.

Since clubbing became a regular thing for us, we kept our outfits very basic.

I wore a black skirt with a tube top and completed my outfit with boots, while Lily went for a one piece and sandals.

We got down from the Elevator and then,

Ooohh looks like someone is having the hottest makeout session Lily commented on a couple making out on a couch placed right outside the entrance of the club.

I turned to the direction Lily pointed and that indeed was a wild scene.

The boy had his arms tight on the girl's waist while she was sitting on his lap, kissing him so hard that his face was hardly visible, as the girl moved a little we finally could see the guy, and guess who it was?