His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

Pretend

The award tension is already filling the room and Steven isn't even awake yet. I slowly try to remove myself from the bed but sadly fail.

Stevens's body slightly twitches which is what he does when he is starting to wake up. He turns over and shoves his head in my pillow before groaning. I jump back slightly when his body shoots up.

"Riley!" he whisper yells.

"Um, hi?" I say, uncertain of the situation.

"Look, I've slept over in your bed before but this time I'm naked. Did we really or- please tell me that was just a dream?" he rubs his hands over his face. I could see how stressed he was and I felt horrible. I manage to fuck everything up.

I pace around my room, still no clothing covering my body.

"You agreed," I stated. I could feel the panic coming on. I cannot have a panic attack right now. This is the worst time.

"Wait. Just wait. No. Shit. Riley!" he yelled this time.

"What! What do you want me to say Steven? I'm sorry you had to lose your virginity to me! I really am but it's done. I didn't feel anything and I know you didn't either. It was simply a distraction. It didn't mean anything. This will die with us and everything will be fine," I tried to calm myself down.

I sat down on the floor and put my head between my legs, trying to calm myself down.

In, one... two....three....four.

Out, one...two...three...four...five.

A large hand found itself onto my back and rubbed in calming circles.

When I looked up, I saw that he was holding his shirt in his hand. He carefully slipped it over my head. I saw that he already put his boxers back on so we weren't completely naked. He pulled me into his lap and I rested my head against his bare chest.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you," he whispered in my ear before kissing my forehead. "I was just scared."

"I know. It's okay. I shouldn't have freaked out so much. If it makes you feel better, you did use a condom and I am on birth control," I said quietly. I don't know if that made him feel better but it made me feel better.

He nodded his head and slid away slightly. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath.

"Steven?" I question.

"Hm," he hums. His eyes meet my gaze and I could see how stressed he was.

"Did you feel anything when we kissed?"

"I don't know. Maybe? I'm not sure," he sighed putting his head in his hands again.

I awkwardly cleared my throat and crawled towards him. I removed his hands from his face so he would look at me.

"What are you doing Riley?" he asked cautiously.

"Want to try again to see if we feel anything?"

He looked at me with a level of seriousness. He started moving closer to me and prepared myself. Maybe I was just too sad to feel anything. It's happened before.

Suddenly, he stopped moving and stands up.

"I can't Riles. You're like my best friend and I just, I have some lines that I can't cross," he sighed, making his way to my door.

"I'm pretty sure you're about twenty miles from that line Steven." I feel the anger rushing through my veins. I want to cry but scream at the same time.

"This, whatever it was, never happened. You understand?" he said in a low, threatening voice moving closer to me.

"No. No, it did happen. You see that condom wrapper on the floor? Yeah me too. It happened! You can't just pretend it didn't just because you're scared. You're such a wimp. I can't believe you're telling me that you want me to act like it never happened."

He walks quickly towards me. I back up quickly until my back hits the wall. Why do I keep ending up in this position?

I pushed my hands into his chest, trying to get him to back but he surprised me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

"I know it happened but certain people can't know," he whispered in my ear. "I'm glad it happened. I'm glad it happened with you, but it can't happen again. Do you understand?"

I look down, my hands still above my head, and slowly nod my head. He lets go of one of my hands and lifts up my chin so I'm looking at him.

"You're beautiful Riles," he says in a soft voice. He softly presses his lips to mine. It was short but had emotion. He meant it. He knew that he would never be able to do it again. I took in his scent. His taste. I didn't want him to leave.

When we pulled away from each other, he let go of the other wrist before walking backwards, slipping his sweat shirt over his head and his sweats over his legs. I looked down, realizing I was still wearing his shirt.

He took a final glance at me before closing the door behind him. Time to get ready for school.

Not a very exciting chapter but I hope you liked it. I haven't edited it so if there are errors, I apologize.

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