The Virginity Game

Chapter 8: Feels Like Déjà Vu

I quickly get up and stare at Sean disgusted.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I thought we could hang out today," He reaches his hand down to help me up. I push his hand away getting up myself. I brush myself off as if I was in dirt not too long ago.

"I rather hang out in a ditch with dead hobos than be with you," I glare. 

"Well, then."

"If I went with you, where would we have gone?" I question him. Sean stands there thinking for a while.

"How about going up to the mountains to see a meteor shower later today?" He looks lustful into my eyes. My friend Jenny's v-card was taken by Sean when they went up to the mountains at someone's party. Should I go?

"Sure. Why not? Sounds fun," I say with a wink and begin to close the door when Sean stops me. I look up at him. Apparently he wasn't done talking.

"We can go camping and spend the night up there, if you would like," He winks. I know where this is going. "So bring comfy clothes or whatever."

"Okay. I think I'd just go like this," I gesture to the clothing on my body. 

"Are you sure? I mean, you should bring other clothes just in case," he laughs, his eyes examine my body, I reach up and slap him. 

"Want me to still go?" I say, hoping that slap changed his mind.

"Yes of course. We should go now so we can get up there and put up a tent," He reaches for my hand leading me to the car. Here goes nothing, I say to myself.

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Only being about 10 minutes away from the spot, Sean reaches over and places a hand on my leg slowly rubbing my inner thigh with his fingers. I look at this hand and at his face, he's smirking. Grabbing his hand, I dig my nails into his skin.

"Holy shit! What the fuck?!" he exclaims, pulling his arm away.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?! I should be saying that, because you fucking molested my leg!" I yell glancing that his features. He begins to open his mouth to say something, then closes it not saying a word in response. 

"Not even a simple sorry. Bull shit," I mumble, thinking he didn't hear.

"Sorry," Sean says softly. An awkward silence fills the car until we pull to a stop in a gravel parking lot. I get out of the car and look straight out to the panoramic view around us. The scenery is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Shawni, can you give me a hand here?" Sean opens his trunk, trying to get the tent set out.

We both drag it out further up the hill, maybe about ten feet from the cliff's edge. I plop my end of the tent onto the ground getting a displeased look from Sean. He opens the bag and starts laying out the foundation while I put together the sticks.

"You know, if we mixed our names together, it would be Seani," he smiles at the tarp.

"Wow, conceited much? You made your name first. But whatever, still sounds the same,"  I whack the side of his thigh with the stick.

After helping setting up the tent, I walk over the the cliff's edge and sit down with my legs over the edge. I take a deep breath of the satisfying wide open, fresh air. Too bad the air isn't like this all the time. Sean sits to my left and puts his right arm around me. I flinch at first not wanting him to touch me, but then I remember it's just a game. I lean my head on his shoulder and snuggle closer to him. He chuckles.

"So what do you want to do now?" I look up at Sean. He shrugs his shoulders. Great, what the fuck are we suppose to do for three hours, I think. Being bored, I grab some grass and start playing with it, ripping it to shreds. Take that grass for giving me tiny cuts on my arms when I rolled down the hill, I yell at the grass mentally.