"So, that happened." Justin smirks as I put on my clothes.
"Don't tell anyone, okay?" I said.
"I won't." He smiles.
"Good." I laid down next to him.
He already put on his clothes, he was just shirtless. We were just laying there. Justin turned on Netflix.
I still felt my hole throbbing a little, which bothered me. I closed my eyes. I wonder what will happen if anybody finds out. I felt Justin playing with my hair.
"I'm sleepy." I frowned, looking at the time. Which was only 9:30am. Wow. We were at it for an hour.
"Then go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." Justin says.
"Justin?" I turned my body and head, looking at him.
"Yeah?"
"Forget this happened." I said.
"I can forget about anything I want. But not this." He says, making me look at him strangely.
"I really like you." Justin blurts.
"I do too." I said. "I've had a crush on you for many years now. And I know you."
"Really?"
"I know you, Justin." I said sternly, pointing over to a bra hanging on his closet door.
"What?" He says.
"You like to fuck girls and leave them. I don't want to be your victim where you fuck me every single day and then the next week you leave." I say, leaving.
"Wait, Ariana!" He runs over to me, grabbing my wrist.
"What do you want now?" I said.
"I really like you and I'm not trying to fuck." Justin says, looking into my eyes.
I looked back into his eyes. Something's telling me that he's saying the truth. I sighed and continued looking into his eyes.
"I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm sorry." I let go of his hands.
"Can we still be friends?" Justin asked.
"Of course." I said.
We both leaned in and kissed for a few seconds. I pulled away.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"I don't know. But class is still in session." Justin smirks.
"Should we go to class?" I asked.
"Yeah."