If I couldn’t get Xander Rush to fuck me… or even undress me…
After going over it in my head all freaking day, I still didn’t know what it meant that he’d walked out on me like that, right in the middle of things getting so hot and heavy.
Or what to make of what he’d said to me before he walked out.
You’re not like those other girls.
I’d gone so far as to Google it, see what the people of the world wide web had to say about it. Like,Hey Google, what does it mean when a guy won’t have sex with you?
And the people of the world definitely had a lot to say. I’d spent two hours this afternoon scrolling through forums. And gotten every answer under the sun from theHe’s just not that into youvariety, to theHe secretly worships youvariety.
Sitting here alone in my room on a Friday night, I wasn’t feeling so worshiped.
Definitely leaning toward theHe’s-not-into-youthing.
The only hard evidence I had to refute that was his hard dick.
But maybe that didn’t mean anything either?
I was so damn confused. And unfortunately inexperienced in this area.
I picked up my phone and sent a message to the LBS—Lil Brat Society support group. I used Snapchat, so at least the evidence of my humiliation would vanish after it was read.
Me:Can a guy really get hard for you if he doesn’t like you?
The responses to that one came in fast.
Shayla:Yes! But he probably likes u
Shayla:WHO GOT HARD FOR U??
Shayla:XANDER???
Yeah. She’d been on me about Xander—again—ever since she witnessed him dragging me out of the bar last weekend.
I didn’t answer.
Larissa:Hmmm. Is he cute?
Angie:Maybe…?
Then she messaged me privately, outside the group conversation.
Angie:How close did your boobs get to his face this time? We are talking about X…?
Me:Not close enough.
Angie:Oh babe. Call me?
Me:I’m going to bed. Call you tomorrow.
I really didn’t have the will to get into this right now, with anyone.
Though I did consider messaging Xander, for like the hundredth time today.
Nope. Not doing that.
I finally convinced myself to stop wandering out to the foyer and checking for his car in the driveway, around eleven. And just before I finally put on my jammies and really went to bed, I broke down and texted him.
