The Virginity Game

Chapter 7: Mercedes

Sliding on my ripped and faded blue jeans, I scanned my room for shoes that would look good with my outfit, landing upon a pair of black heels with some lace on them. I zipped them up onto my feet, checking them out afterwards. On this grim day, I still managed to smile because of my shoes. I looked myself over in the mirror. I was glad I had decided that wearing a lot of makeup wasn’t my thing. Instead, I was just wearing a little foundation, eyeliner, tiny bit of eye shadow, and some mascara.

I grabbed a grey cardigan out of my closet, not buttoning it up, before digging through my purse for my perfume. I slid on my leather jacket after two sprits of perfume, grabbing my purse immediately after, and headed downstairs towards my car. I played with my long, black, wavy hair, once again brushing it all over to my right side.

“There you are, Autumn,” I had almost made it to the door before she noticed me. “For a moment, I thought you spent the night at that young man’s house.” I shuddered as I turned around to face her, an unimpressed expression on my face, but she never left the kitchen. I didn’t even like to think about that. Not the sex part, but the fact my Mom was so accepting of the fact I might’ve spent the night at his house without even phoning me to check.

“No, Mom,” I sighed, turning back towards the door. “I’m right here, but I’m going to be late.” I opened the door before I finished talking, and slammed it shut before she could respond. Looking for my keys, I walked almost blindly, I managed to pull them out a few feet away from my car. I looked up, dropping my keys at what I saw.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding.” I spoke as I locked my wide eyes with Kyle Lenard, seconds later looking to his silver Mercedes Benz that he was leaning on. I bent down, quickly scooping up my keys and continued on my way to my car- a ford fusion. I wasn’t looking at him, but I could still see him push off of his car and quickly walk towards me. I opened the door to my car, tossing my purse onto the passenger seat.

“Autumn,” Kyle’s voice made me jump. Not because I wasn’t expecting it- because I was- but because he was a lot closer than I thought he’d be. I turned around slowly, with an emotionless expression, trying really hard to keep my balance and not fall backwards into my car. “I was on my way to school and-”

“Let me guess,” I held up my hand slightly, signalling for him to stop. “You were on your way to school and you wanted to know if I wanted a ride with you.” I raised my eyebrows, and I sort of felt bad for being this irritated already. I really wasn’t in a good mood, mostly from yesterday, but seeing him here was not helping the situation.

He smiled. “Yeah, you know, save the world one car at a time...” he moved his hand up, resting it on top of my open car door. I didn’t respond, instead I just stood there and looked at him, eyebrows still raised, and waited for him to say something else. He caught on after a few silent seconds.

“So...” His eyes moved around, not landing on anything around me for long. “Did you want a ride?” Jeydon’s face popped into my mind, as did my little plan for ‘being a bitch, and still a tease’. Fuck me.

“Sure,” I surprised myself at how nice that sounded, and the look on Kyle’s face showed he was a little surprised, too. “Just let me get my bag.” With a sudden jolt, he finally realized what I had said and moved out of my way and I leaned into my car, reaching across to grab my bag.

“Did you already have breakfast?” He asked, causing me to hit my head on the roof as I made my way out of the car. “Ouch, are you okay?” As my body was completely out of the car, he reached his hand up to my head. I grabbed his wrist and lowered it before he could touch my head.

“I’m fine, and no, I didn’t.” As he was about to open his mouth again, no doubt about to ask if I wanted to go get some breakfast with him, but I stopped him again. “But I don’t want any yet.”

“Oh... Kay,” He started backing away, spinning after a couple seconds and walking for his car. I closed my door, locking the car after I did, and followed him down my driveway going to the passenger door of his