Ch. 4

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by damnhoran_

by damnhoran_

Rita Ohara Hudson - 22 year old virgin

My palms are sweaty, is it the alcohol or just me being nervous? "Rita?" Niall says lightly, I snap out of my trance. "Sorry I was just urm, thinking" "about what?" "I have sweaty palms and I'm trying to work out if it's the alcohol or me being extremely awkward." Truth is the best policy right? "Rita, you're not being awkward calm down, what's actually wrong?" What's wrong? What's wrong? I would like you to penetrate me. "Nothing is wrong silly anyway, get another drink in." I order a glass of wine, I'm done mixing I'm already feeling the hangover that's going to floor me tomorrow. "So, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asks me. And as soon as he asks me this, I feel something terrible.

My period.

My face drops, I have white pants on. WHITE PANTS. Oh fuck, "Will you text me because I really really need to go, yes I'll ring you when I get home okay? It was lovely seeing you Niall" I run out wrapping my blazer around my pants, I grab my phone and ring Cris, "Cris pick me up right now I'm running down the street from the pub" "Why what's wrong?" "I'll tell you in the car just pick me up!" I carry on running, my poor my pants these are my favourites as well, fuck sake Rita why didn't you take a bag with you? Why didn't you bring some lady shit with you? Idiot. I'm so ashamed. He must know why I ran out? He must know.
"Rita get in the car!"
"Cris, Niall just asked me what I was doing tomorrow and before I could fucking answer guess what"
"What?"
"I came on my period, I have not tampons or pads and I have fucking white pants on! WHITE!" Crystal begins to laugh and I become even more agitated, "Why the fuck are you laughing it's not funny! I'm going to ring him now" I dial Niall's number and let it ring "Hello?" "Niall, it's me Rita, sorry about that I just urm" "Needed a poo? Yeah don't worry I get it" I'm mortified. "Not quite that but if you want to go with that then sure? I'm in work tomorrow I'm sorry, another day?" "Sure Ri, don't worry about it"
"Needed a poo?" Crystal cries with laughter. "Don't" I glare at her, "just get me home."