Sheâ€™s beautiful, abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. I watch her sleep, and gently move her blonde hair from her face so I can see fully. Louisa is timid, too timid to flirt, too shy to admit she wants me in the way I see her looking at me. Sheâ€™s innocent, petite, and so genuinely kind I donâ€™t think I have ever met anyone like her. I donâ€™t want to corrupt her; I donâ€™t want to disrupt her, but I canâ€™t promise myself that. All I know is that I would never treat her the way I have treated girls in the past. Never gawp at her and refer to her as a piece of ass, a fuck, a pussy I want to wet my dick in. She is the girl I have been waiting to stumble across since the moment my mom gave birth to me. Okay, maybe not that young, but close enough. The only woman I have ever treated like a princess was my mother, and now I want to treat this girl like the fucking next air to the throne. I close my eyes, settling next to her, and Iâ€™m fallingâ€¦
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
A noise that makes my head ache wakes me up with a jolt. â€œThe fuck?â€ I yell, sit up and notice Fallon standing on her bed, banging a spoon against a frying pan. I feel Louisa sit up next to me, but I am evil. Evil I tell you.
â€œUnless you plan on making me an omelet with that pan, you better get the fuck outta here, Fallon. What shit you trying to pull?â€
â€œYou,â€ she points at me with her spoon. â€œSeem to be in my best friendsâ€™ bed, hugging and shit. Youâ€™ve made her late for her dinner with her father. I know this is not Louisaâ€™s usual behavior, so youâ€™re the bad influence. Get out.â€ She points to the door with the spoon.
â€œWhat!â€ Louisa flyâ€™s out of bed and takes her alarm clock into her hands. â€œAn hour late!â€ she shrieks. â€œCrap.â€
I watch her scramble to get her shoes on, and sheâ€™s running her fingers through her hair at the same time. I climb from the bed and stretch out my arms. Checking my watch, I catch the time. Itâ€™s 6pm. Louisa says sheâ€™s an hour late, but earlier she told me she was meeting her dad for lunch. I donâ€™t want to ask her about it right now, though, I can see sheâ€™s stressing.
I glance over to Fallon, and sheâ€™s staring at me with those hard, black eyes of hers. Then I remember last night, and what she did to Louisa.
â€œSome friend you were last night, huh?â€
â€œIt was an accident, asshole.â€ She jumps down from her bed and points the spoon at me. â€œAt least you found your perfect chance to take Louisa home and snatch her virginity like it was some sort of fucking prize, asshole.â€
Sheâ€™s grating on my goddamn nerves. â€œCall me an asshole one more timeâ€“ wait, what did you just say?â€ I look over my shoulder and Louisa is standing still, her backpack held in mid-air. Her eyes close, and I hear Fallon whisper â€˜shitâ€™ from behind me.”