The Virginity Game

Chapter 7: Don't Scare Me Like That!

The sun slits through the sides of my curtains, waking me. I slowly blink my eyes feeling a rush of nausea flow through my body. Three words that I can relate this to: terrible hang over.

What the fuck happened last night? I lift my hand to grip onto my headache.

I look around my spinning room and see Dylan sound asleep in my ceiling chair. He looks so cute when he's asleep, but why is he here? 

I make an effort to roll over and at my bedside clock, 7:00 am, fuck! I'm going to be late for school!
I get up and fall out of bed with a thud. The feeling is slow and then sudden. A groan escapes from behind my lips and I lay still, not making an effort to move, feeling my brain throb inside of my head.

I hear Dylan shuffle about in the chair. His yawn fills his side of the room, followed by footsteps.

"Shawni?" he asks worriedly. I turn slightly and look up at him. Half of my face is squished onto my rug, my limbs feel like jello, and my ass is sticking up in the air. I turn completely and let my hip collide with the floor with a thud, I groan again. Dylan slowly leans down to his knees next to me.

"Oh my god! Shawni are you okay?!" he scoops me up and lifts me back onto the bed.

"Uh yeah. We can say that. Except that I have a pounding headache and my limbs are weak! What happened last night?!" I say with my hand over my face, blocking the sun and trying to control the pain in my head. I was in the same spot as before with the sun drilling into my pupils. Dylan gets up from the side of my bed to close them.

"The headache is normal from a hang over. You drank a lot last night! But.." he trails off and bites his lip.

"What? What is it?" I whine.

"You got fucked pretty hard, baby girl!" Dylan chuckles, coming back to sit next to me while gently tugging on the over sized t-shirt that I was wearing.

"What?!" I sling my arm over and punch him on his thigh. I make the effort to get up and push him back, straddling over him. Using all my weight to pin him down by his throat. Slowly feeling my nails dig into the flesh on his neck. "You better be fucking lying, you little shit!" I squeeze tighter. He reaches up and puts his hands on my neck and begins to squeeze. 

My nails dig deeper while he squeezes. I'm on the verge to blacking out due to the lack of oxygen and all of this motion isn't helping my hangover. I let go with one hand and slap his red face. He lets go immediately and I fall back to his side.

"Well?!" I manage to say between breaths, I turn my head and we make eye contact.

"I was lying, Shawni. You just had way too many drinks, I think. But that's Daniel's shirt," he replies gasping for air. I shake my head in disappointment. I reach over and let my fist hit him in the gut. Dylan begins to laugh. "So uh, instead of being all sexy morning-after-sex clothes, you ready for school?" 

"Hell no. No way with how I'm feeling right now!" I shoot daggers at him and turn away, I close my eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning. I feel his weight shift next to me as he sits up, scooting a little towards me. I roll over to my stomach and bury my face into the pillow, my fingers in my disheveled hair. 

"I don't want to go either. I was hoping we can do something fun?" he says. Without looking, I can tell he's looking at me with a smile, joined with a twinkle in his eye.

"I rather go to school than do something 'fun' with you," My sarcasm flows out like a waterfall, almost muffled into the pillow. I turn my head to look up and him and stick my tongue out. He laughs while I give him the death stare. 

His hand suddenly collides with my right butt cheek, sending a sting of pain.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it. It's just right there!" he chuckles, then trying to scoot away from me as if preparing for a fist in his direction. I bite my lip and take on the pain, I honestly didn't want to do anything more but to sleep or shower. Yeah, a shower would be nice, and possibly an attempt to make it to school.

"So if you excuse me, I'll be getting ready for school," I say turning over to get up, slowing easing to the ground to crawl to my closet. 

I pull down a light grey midriff top that cuts down lower on the sides with a criss-cross design on the back straps across my back, paired with dark acid wash skinny jeans and high top black Converse. I sit there beginning to remove my only cover-up when I feel Dylan's eyes bore into my back.

"Do you mind?" I say without turning around.

"Nope. Not at all! Please continue. I've already seen you in just a t-shirt and panties, so," he says with a wink. I grab a hanger on the floor and sling it back at him.

"Out. Now," I point to the door, "I'll tell you when I'm done." With that, Dylan gets up and leaves, shutting the door behind him. 

I ease to my feet and make my way to the bathroom, physically and mentally needing to be cleaned. I sit on the ground and let the water fall onto my back to calm my nerves and wash away the odd, numbing pain inside. About 20 minutes later, I get out to change into my outfit for the day. Walking back into my room, Dylan sits there on my vanity.

"Took you long enough," he looks at me through the vanity mirror. I walk over and scoot him off and apply makeup and fix my damp hair. I look over to him and notice he has been watching me the whole time with his mouth open. 

"Stop staring," I say getting up and fixing my shirt. 

"My, my. I never knew you had a belly ring. It looks sexy with your toned stomach," I look down and pull my shirt up enough for me to see, flashing my stomach to him. It's all a game, right? Taunt them with your looks.

"I've had it since the beginning of high school," I say, playing with its little dangly stars. I can feel his presence closer than before and I look up. He's standing right in front of me looking straight into my eyes and leans in. I panic and push him back. I quickly turn to grab my phone and my keys off of the floor next to my bedside table.

Pushing passed Dylan, I walk out, heading down the stairs and out the door when he grabs my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirks, hot on my heels.

"To school, where else? You should move your car before I reverse into it."

"No need to be a bitch about it. It's Saturday!" Dylan cheers, letting go of me. I narrow my eyes at him and pull out my phone to see that it is, in fact, Saturday. I was lied to, again. 

"So uh. Can we go somewhere now since you're all ready?" he pouts his lip as he pleads. He pokes my stomach. 

I shake my head and walk around him to go back into my house, slamming it before he set a foot on my porch.

"Go away!" I yell through the closed door.

"This is how you repay me from getting you from the forest and bringing you home?!" Dylan yells back, with a defeated tone in his voice. I hear him punch the door and his footsteps disappear. 

"Fuck you, Shawni! And have fun asshole!" I hear before his car door slams. 

His tires squeal against the drive way and are gone.

I slowly open the door to walk out when I slam into someone, I fall back on my ass and look up.

Sean.

"Hey beautiful. Have any plans today?" he winks.

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