His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

Rumors Are True

I woke up by myself in my bed. Imagines of last night started running through my head, making me sick to my stomach. I ached between my thighs and I could see a few small spots of blood on my sheets. I was still naked but at least covered with my sheets. I look over the edge of the bed to see the used condom sitting in my trashcan.

I need to get rid of that before someone sees it.

Despite my legs telling me not to, I stood up and walked to my bathroom. The warm water of the shower helped my muscles relax.

I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of mad that Drake didn't stay until I woke up, but I also understand that he had to get home before his parents realized that he was gone. I'm also mad at myself.

I shouldn't have let him have sex with me. I wanted to take this relationship slow so that I would last but now, I don't know what will happen. I was good for me, but I don't know if it was for him. Maybe that's why he left so early. He didn't want to upset me and tell me that I am horrible at having sex.

Blake never said anything while we were having sex but maybe that's a bad sign. Maybe that I why he broke up with me, but he was using Drake as an excuse.

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of my bathroom to change into normal clothes. My mind was telling me to wear my normal outfit of black jeans and a band shirt but I am still so sore that I couldn't bring myself to go through the work of putting them on myself.

Instead, I found a pair of black sweatpants in my dresser and a lose black t-shirt. I finished it off with my black Nike's. I didn't even bother with makeup today. I only have ten minutes until I'm supposed to be at school.

My phone started ringing from my bag once I was inside my jeep. I pressed the Bluetooth button on my radio to answer the call.

"Hello?" I asked without even seeing who the caller was.

"Hi love. I'm sorry I couldn't stay this morning. I had to make sure I was in my bed when my mother made her morning rounds," he told me in his raspy morning voice.

I let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. I thought that he was only going to talk to me to say how horrible I was and that he wanted to break up. Maybe that was a little extreme but I don't want to lose him.

Sure, he doesn't have my full trust but I don't want to go a day where I'm not talking to him. He's like a life line to me, and I honestly don't know if I could survive without him.

"Thank god," I breathe out. He chuckles over the phone.

"You okay? You sound a little too relieved about me leaving you last night," he said.

"Yes, I'm great now. I just-It's stupid," I cut myself off, slightly embarrassed about what I thought.

"Hey, don't shut yourself off now. Tell me what's wrong."

I sucked in a deep breath and but my turn my key completely so that my jeep was running. I pulled out of my driveway before I started talking.

"I just thought you left because you finally realized that I actually can't give you what you want." After I told him, I actually felt a lot better. My chest left lighter and I didn't feel like I was going to pass out anymore.

"I want you to listen to me very, very carefully," he told me in a slow tone, "You are exactly what I want and I'll never crave anything like I crave you. I love you, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you Drake. I'm driving so I'm going to let you go, but I'll see you at school, right?" I asked him.

"Of course baby girl."
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Kimberly came running up to me with an all too happy face. Quite honestly, it made me want to punch her. I don't feel like school is an appropriate place for that though. Her hair was bouncing behind her and Cole was close behind her. I want to punch him even more.

"Guess what?" she asked all too excitedly. I roll my eyes and push past her. Knowing her, she will just tell me that she bought the new lip kit and I couldn't care less. "Bruh, what are you doing?"

"Going to my locker. What are you doing?" I asked her with a tone of annoyance.

"Well, I was going to tell you that Ashlyn is back, but obviously you don't want to hear about it," she said before turning on her heel and running into the embrace of her boyfriend.

"What do you mean she's back? She changed schools last year. She moved out of the boundaries," I told her in a loud whisper. She just shrugged her shoulders and took a step towards me.

"Annie just told me that she was back. Maybe she was lying, but most the time she knows what she is talking about."

I groan and walk towards my locker. She can't be back. All she ever did was try and hurt me. I thought she was a real friend but in all reality, she just wanted to date as many guys as possible. Including the ones that I liked. Those were the ones that hurt the most.

Annie and I talk all the time during choir. I wonder why she never bothered to mention it. We aren't best friends by any means, but we still share important information with each other. I feel like this is worth sharing.

My feet carry me quickly down the halls until I'm on the second floor. I turn the corner and I'm faced with the one face that I never thought I would see again. Well her hair at least, she isn't facing me.

"So the rumors are true," I say. She quickly turns around and her look of confusion quickly turns into joy as she brings me into a bone crushing hug. "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming back?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Is that okay?" her expression quickly turned into fear, thinking that I may hate her now for surprising me.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm glad you're back."

Lies.

She smiles at me and rest her hands on my shoulders. "I'm happy too. Now I need to go find Amanda," she mumbles under her breath before running off to find another person to socialize with.

Instead of going to class, like I had originally planned, I run down the hall. I need him. He needs to know and he needs to know how much I love him because now, I have competition. I don't care how much Drake loves me, Ashlyn is like Aphrodite. Her words are like a potion and her scent in like a spell. Men fall at her feet.

He is standing next to Matt in the hall. I keep running and collide with his body. The force pushes him backwards and makes it to where his back is against the lockers.

"Woah, Riley. What's wrong love?" he asked while rubbing comforting circles on my back.

"I love you so much. Please never leave me," I cried into his shirt, leaving mascara stains.

"I would never leave you, understand me?" he held me at arm's reach. I nodded my head and wiped my nose. He walked me to class, but I still didn't feel any better about it.