Wrapped in Lennox's arms I feel confused and frustrated. After dinner last night, he showed me the rice crispy treats that he made me and I melted. Then he told me I had to beat his apology. The way he was looking at me told me what he wanted, I think. Lennox is like a riddle I can't figure out. One minute, I see his joking side, the next he's cold, like a curtain gets pulled and I have to struggle to figure out his mood. I need to talk to Marta; she knows more about guys than I do. I feel a trickle of wetness between my legs. Oh no, my period.
I try to get out of bed without waking Lennox but I'm unsuccessful. He leans up sleepily. "I need to go to the bathroom." I explain my cheeks burning. I doubt Lennox has any tampons.
He lifts his arms and I scramble out of bed and into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet and confirm my suspicions. Now what? I have no options.
I clear my throat. "Lennox." I call.
"Yes baby?" He asks sleepily.
Dang it! I hate my life. "I um…I started my period." I say cringing. He groans and gets out of bed.
"I'll be back in five minutes." He replies.
I hear him shuffling around and the bedroom door opens. Why didn't I think about this before I left the house? I wait a couple minutes before I wipe and leave the bathroom. I pick up his cell phone and walk back to the toilet. Sitting back down, I dial Marta's cell number and hit send.
"What?" She asks sounding grumpy.
"I started my period and Lennox had to go get me tampons. Now I'm stranded on the toilet. Oh and last night I accused him of having a relationship with Wendy and was mean to him. Now I owe him an apology and I have to top his apology to me, which was him making me rice crispy treats." I rush taking a deep breath. I hear silence then Marta's laughing hysterically.
"Lennox went to buy you tampons!" She laughs. "I just can't see him doing that." She says clearly entertained.
"He had to. I don't have any with me."
"You better give him a real good blow job for that." She states.
I scoff. "I don't know how to do that." I can't imagine the awkwardness of my attempt to learn.
"You're a smart girl. You'll figure it out."
"Yeah, I'll just tell him to lie on his back while I figure out how to give him a proper blow job." I reply rolling my eyes. "Can you ever-" I look over to see a grinning Lennox leaning against the door frame. Why do I do this to myself? I left the stupid door open. "Tell me you haven't been standing there long." I beg mortified.
He chuckles and I hear Marta squeal with laughter. "He heard you! This is the greatest night of my life!"
"I hate you." I reply hanging up. "I borrowed your phone." I say sheepishly. Avoiding eye contact with him I hold his phone out to him. He takes it and hands me the tampons. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll be on my back waiting for your first lesson." He replies shutting the door.
"That was a joke!" I yell. Next time I think of doing something stupid like calling my sister, I'm just going to jump off a bridge and save myself the embarrassment.
I take care of business and wash my hands and try to stop my burning cheeks. I open the door and, as promised, Lennox is on his back waiting for me. "Haha." I say, smiling reluctantly.
"You know that's twice you and your sister were caught talking about me and blow jobs."
"It's not my fault she thinks it will solve all my problems." I mutter. I climb into bed and turn off the lamp.