Page 215 of Nobody's Girl

It’s been a few months since I’ve had sex. I guess I was a little hornier than I realized, because I talked like a real slut. It’s not how Kyle should’ve been introduced to sex.

He’s sweet and caring and I know he was loving with Ally. But I took him like he was just another guy. I ruined his first time. It should have been with her, not me.

And now he’s here with me and says he wants us to be together. I’m going to look like a real ass at school. Everyone will gossip. ‘Would you look at her? Ally’s barely broken up with him and Laura swoops in and picks him up. What a whore,’ they’ll all say. And I have to agree.

What’s wrong with me? And how am I going to tell Ally?

I have to call her and tell her I’m not going to New Orleans with them. She’ll ask why and I’ll say, ‘Beause Kyle and I are together now. I fucked his brains out and he doesn’t want me to leave.’

Yeah, that’ll go over real well!

Great, my cell’s ringing and I bet it’s her. I slide off the bed, still naked as the day I was born, and find my phone in the pocket of the shorts Kyle pulled off me only an hour or so ago.

Christ, I’m awful!

The screen shows me it’s her and I physically flinch. Kyle raises his head and looks at me.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” he asks.

I nod and answer. “Hi, Ally.”

“Where are you? We’re ready to go. You’re taking forever,” she says.

Kyle mouths, tell her.

I shake my head vigorously.

“Yeah, about that. You see, my parents went out of town and they want me to stay and watch the house. I can’t go,” I say, and it’s not a complete lie since my parents are gone for the weekend.

Kyle tugs at me to sit down. I do, and then he fucks me over. “Tell her,” he says out loud.

“Is that Kyle?” Ally asks.

Goddamn it!

“Kyle? Um, yeah, it’s him.”

Her voice sounds tense. “What’s he doing at your house? You are at your house, aren’t you?”

I run my hand over my face. “Yeah, I’m at my house. He came over to see how our talk went.”

“Tell her the truth, Laura,” Kyle says, loudly enough for Ally to hear.

I shoot him a look which pleads with him to shut up.

“Tell me the truth about what, Laura? Do you not want to go with us? Because I’ll understand if you don’t. I won’t be mad at you. There’s no reason to lie about it to me. I love you. I’ll understand anything.”

Bet she won’t.

“Kyle wants me to stay here with him,” I blurt.

“Oh!” her voice sounds sharp.

“Tell her why, Laura,” Kyle says loudly.

I shoot the finger at him and he takes the phone from me. “Hey, Al, how’s it going?” he asks.

“Kyle, um, it’s going well. How come you don’t want Laura to go with me to New Orleans? And when did you start to care about anything Laura did?” Ally asks.