Chapter 9: Do You Like Me?
I gathered my books from my locker when a hand was covering my mouth and I was pulled into the janitors closet. We were both rustling around trampling over things. I needed to get to class! A lot of things began wondering around my head. What if this person wants to kill me? What if this person is going to try to rape me? What if this is just some big prank played by the seniors? Maybe I'm just going crazy...
The hand was still over my mouth with my heart pounding making it hard to breathe, and the worst thing was that the lights were off so I was standing alone with a stranger in pitch black. I began to squeal a little trying to get out of the persons grip. "shh..." I heard the person shush me, I felt there breath brush lightly on my neck and goose bumps began to rise. All I know is that Trent told me to hit a guy in the nuts if I was ever in danger so that's what I did.
I didn't know if it was a guy holding me captive in this janitors room but it was worth a try. I kicked my heal into the estimated area a guys private would be and I bit on the hand hovering over my mouth. I heard A yelp from behind me, the voice was manly and deep so I guess it was a guy. "what the hell?" I heard the mysterious voice say, and I instantly recognized it.
Drew.
"you scared me!" I said completely shocked but I guess I should've known. I tried finding the light switch and turned it on. "I needed to talk to you," he said calming down a bit, "is it really that important? I'm missing class," I said actually not minding that I'm ditching, but I'm afraid to get into trouble. "why are you such a goody-to-shoes?" Drew said, "just chill, live a little," he continued. I sighed, "what do you need to talk about?" I said getting back to the subject.
"do you like me, shortie?" he asked.
I froze.
Do I? Yes. No. I don't know! I like being with him but then again he's so arrogant and annoying. "uh... Why do you ask that?" I asked him. "you blush every time I'm around you," he said, "it's a natural thing," I told Drew. Not really, I totally lied. "and you act like a total idiot around me," Drew chuckled, "that's just me," I replied. "so... you still didn't answer my question."
I turned on my heels and went to class nervously, hoping he won't be mad at me for storming out on him like that. I was just to scared to answer. What was I supposed to say?
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"psst," I heard a muffled voice say, I ignored it rolling over to my other side, a finger began to poke my face, "stop..." I groaned, after five more pokings I became irritated. "Trent stop," I said sitting up. Surprisingly it wasn't Trent through what I could see of in the dark. "Drew?" I said questioningly. "Hi shortie," he whispered, "how did you get in here?" I whispered loudly as if I was shouting. I began to freak out, if Trent finds me alone in a room at night with Drew he'll freak. "Your back door, you never lock it," he said, dang! I always forget to lock it.
"what time is it?" I asked stretching in the most unattractive way. "It's 2:00am" he told me sitting next to me on my bed. "why are you here?" I grumpily said. "I need a condom," he said, "you need a what?" I said jaw dropping. "a condom," he repeated, "and what makes you think I would have a condom?" I said loudly. He pressed his finger to my lips, "shh!" he hushed me. "It's not for me it's for my older brother." Drew said. "your brother made you get him a condom? And you decided to come to me?" I asked.
This was fucked up.
"yes he did! I came to you because I like bothering you," he said. "leave me alone," I groaned hiding under my covers. "no hurry up, if I don't get back home in time to give him his condom he'll kill me!" he said shoving me. "fine!" I said out of frustration. "so you do have one?" he asked. "my brother gave me some, he doesn't want me to get pregnant at a young age so he gave me some condoms, but I swore to my self I wont loose my virginity till marriage," I told Drew as I walked to my bathroom opening a drawer filled with tampons, pads, and condoms. "here," I said handing him the condom, right when Trent walks into my room. I froze like a post.
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Teen FictionHe's so sexy, his eyes, his body. But he's such a player. How can I like him? I'm a goody goody, I can't possibly like him. He's a Player, but I'm not his game. Heather has finally met the golden eyes of Drew Parker, the towns player. He's perfect...
