Well, I am the author of this story. My name is Madi. I love writing and I feel like I'm going to go far with this story. I'm kinda obsessed with FNL. Tim Riggins is obviously my favorite. He's extremely hot, as of every guy on that show. Ahah, I accept any feedback! Good or bad! It is greatly appreciated (: I love seeing reviews on my story! So yeah, enjoy the story and let me know what you think and what your ideas are! I will listen to your ideas (:

-Madi.


Previously: Tim Riggins brings a drunken Julie Taylor home from a party. Tim Riggins is living with Coach Taylor's family because he has nowhere else to live. Julie and Tim sleep together unintentionally.


Chapter Two.

It was four o'clock in the morning when Tim Riggins awoke in Julie Taylor's bed. It was still dark out and Julie was laying on his chest sound asleep. He felt extreme guilt but at the same time, pleased with what just happened. He looked down at Julie taking in the moment because he knew it was going to be the last. But then all at once, it hit him like punch in the face.

Did I just take the virginity of my coach's sixteen year old daughter, Tim thought. He was overwhelmed with thoughts. He knew that Julie was going to hate him forever. What if she tells her dad? What if someone on the team finds out? What if he gets kicked out and has to go back to that drug-dealing, ferret-owning creep? Shit, he thought.

He tried slipping out from under Julie slowly. Successfully, he crawled out of the bed and slid his pants back on. Before walking out of the room, he looked back at Julie. Her bare body had been showing and a wave of guilt came over him. He leaned against the wall and fell down to the floor making a loud thump. He put his head into his hands and shook his head. "What have I done?" He whispered to himself.

He heard moaning and grunting and looked up to see Julie stirring in her sleep. Worried she would wake up; he darted out of her room. Running away from trouble was his routine. What he always did.

He closed the door quietly and took a deep breath. Looking down he realized that he forgot to put his shirt back on. He didn't want to go back into her room so he continued his way down the hall. He heard movement. His heart started to pound wondering if it was Coach getting ready to beat his ass. Swallowing his spit, Riggins went down the hall to the kitchen. The light was on and he worried that it was the coach that was up.

He peeked in and saw Julie's aunt, Shelly making coffee and looking at the newspaper. She was wearing a red, silk robe that stopped at her knees and black fluffy slippers. She looked over noticing he was there and her eyes roamed his body checking him out.

"Hello, Riggins," she smirked at Tim's body and winked at him.

Weight was lifted off of Tim's chest and he let out a breath. "Um, morning," he said tiredly.

"Coffee?" she asked pointing at the coffee maker.

"No that's alright. I'll just have a beer." Tim made his way over to the fridge and grabbed one of the beers. Shelly watched him open it. "This ok?"

She shook her head. "No, go ahead. I don't mind. It's just weird – I've never seen a minor drink right in front of me like it's not a big deal." She chuckled.

"Well, I'm no minor." He shrugged and took a sip from the bottle. "Cheers." He extended his arm in front of her.

"Cheers," she murmured. She couldn't help the fact noticing that he came out of Julie's room half naked. Worried, she wasn't sure what to think about it. "So, um, you just came from Julie's room?"

"Why are you up so early?" Riggins asked Shelly, changing the subject.

Shelly usually was the kind of aunt that would let things slide and who normally was the cool aunt. But she cared for her niece was worried about what had happened that night. She sighed and looked back up at him. "Mrs. Taylor and I aren't getting along so well and I decided that I'd wake up extra early so she wouldn't have to worry about Gracie in the morning.

He chuckled and smirked taking another sip of his beer. "Well that's very sweet of you."

"Thank you." She mumbled and sipped out of her coffee. "So do you, um, mind telling me why you walked out of my niece's room half naked at four in the morning?"

Tim Riggins looked down and sighed, shaking his head. "It's a long story."

"It's four in the morning. I think we got time before anybody wakes up." Shelly replied.

He glanced up at Shelly who seemed to be concerned. All Riggins could think about was that he took Coach Taylor's daughter's virginity right in his own home. Also, in less than five hours, Julie is going to wake up wondering why she is naked in her room. "You promise you won't tell Coach?"

"Promise."

"Julie and I… We, uh… Did some stuff."

"Excuse me?" She asked in a serious tone.

"Look, she was drunk and I took her home from a party and I tried helping her out by putting her into bed and she kissed me. I didn't mean it to happen… but things happened. It's not going to happen again, I promise. I'm probably just going to leave the house today. I shouldn't stay here anymore. Not if Coach finds out. I've gotta get out of here. I don't know where. But I'll go somewhere." Tim kept going on getting worried for his sake.

Shelly rested her hands on his shoulders. "Hey, now it's gonna be alright. You don't have to leave. Not yet."

Tim looked at the concerned look on her face. He had to get out of here. Get away from all this guilt. "I'll be back. I'm going for a drive. If they ask where I'm at – I'm at the store."

Riggins walked out the door and got into his car and drove off. It was already dawn and he went to the nearest gas station and bought a six pack of beer and went to the Panther's Stadium. He sat in the bleachers drinking beer, thinking in silence and watching the empty field. He imagined there was a game going on so he could try to keep his mind off of it. He thought about when he and Julie would go to school and when he'd give her ride. He thought about what people would say when they found out that Tim Riggins took another girl's virginity and didn't even give damn about it. He wondered what would happen if the Coach ever found out. Sooner or later, no matter how much he doesn't want it, Julie is going to wake up in her bed and wonder what just happened.

Tim finished his last bottle and walked back to his car. By that time, it was seven in the morning and he was dreading to get back to the house. But he went anyways, and when he got there, his stomach was churning.

Julie woke up with an excruciating pain in her head and she opening her drawer on the table beside her bed. She opened a bottle of Advil and found a water bottle on the night stand. Julie took about two pills and swallowed them down. She laid there looking up at the ceiling. "What happened last night?" She thought out loud. Hitting her head, she moaned.

Worst hangover ever, she said in her head. She leaned up and found that she wasn't in her pajamas or any kind of sleepwear. She wasn't wearing anything. She began to panic. All possibilities were going through her mind: Did I get raped? Did just take my clothes off and go to sleep? How did I get home? Did I really drink that much? When did I go to bed? Who helped me into bed? Am I still a virgin? Where is Tim?

Julie looked over at the clock and saw it was eight-thirty. She sat up and leaned against her headboard and covering herself with her blanket. She looked around her room and found a glass of water, a washcloth, and an ice pack on the floor. She raised her eyebrow curious about why these miscellaneous things were in her room. She looked at the edge of her bed and saw the clothes she was wearing last night. Then she saw it.

The evidence.

She leaned over and grabbed the t-shirt – a collared, buttoned-up, white shirt. That was the shirt that Tim had been wearing that night at the party. Julie tightened her grip onto the shirt. She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so loud that everyone would hear her anger. She forcefully, threw the shirt onto the floor. She curled up in bar and just laid there thinking of what actually happened.

She knew that she was extremely drunk and she remembered talking to Rylie from her English Lit. class at school and they were flirting at the party. After all the beers and shots, she forgot what had happened next. Everything was all a blur until now. Now she realizes that from then to now, something big had happened.

She got out of bed threw some pajamas on as if she was sleeping in them and then checked herself in the mirror. She put in a messy ponytail and she checked to make sure she looked like she had just woken up. Julie was still fighting the urge to scream. She grunted, rolling her eyes as she walked out the door.

"Good mornin' my beautiful daughter," Eric Taylor said as she walked into the living room. He was watching Panther games on TV and jotting down plays in his notebook.

"Morning Dad," she put a smile on her face and plopped on the couch next to him.

"How was your night?" He asked.

Julie's eyes widened, but she cooled down. "It was alright," she shrugged. She looked around and noticed nobody was there. "Um, Dad? Where is everybody?"

Without taking his eyes off the TV, he replied, "Your aunt and mother went into town with Gracie to shop a little. They were waiting for you to get up but you woke up a little too late. Besides, they figured you would rather do somethin' else on your weekend anyway."

"And Tim?"

"Oh, he's just in the garage."

Eric wasn't paying much attention to Julie so she stood up and walked into her room. She looked at Tim's shirt on the floor. She shook her head and grabbed it. Angry, she stormed into the garage. She wanted to slam the door but she didn't want her father to hear.

Julie walked in on Tim doing sit ups on the floor. She rolled her eyes and marched over to him but he still hadn't realized she was there. She threw the shirt forcefully at him. "Let me ask you a question, Tim Riggins." Julie said through gritted teeth.

Riggins stood up, ready to take it. More than ever was he ready to get punched in the face by a girl he disrespected.

"Tell me something, Tim. Tell me. What exactly happened last night? You want to fill me in on why I woke up naked with your shirt at the edge of my bed? Hmm? Want to tell me why?

"Julie," Tim groaned. "I didn't- Last night, it was a- I don't- I didn't mean to."

She looked at him in disgust. "Didn't mean to what?" He shook head looking at her. "Didn't mean to what?" Julie said through gritted teeth again.

"You and I," he mumbled. "It was my mistake."

"Is that it? You're just gonna take my virginity and just say it was a mistake? Riggins, you knew I was drunk! But that's just what you do isn't it – you take advantage of poor, innocent, DRUNK girls? Do you know what it's like to wake up with a terrible hangover and find yourself naked in your own bed with a boy's shirt on your bed? You don't even want to know! You don't know what it's like to be taken advantage of. I should have known!"

Tim stood up and touched Julie's shoulder trying to calm her down. She pulled his hand off and turned her back to him. "I was a virgin. I had gone sixteen years without it. And then I lose it when I'm drunk and I don't even remember it." She turned around and walked towards him as she spoke. "But that's just what you do, isn't it? That's just what the real Tim Riggins does? I wanted my first time to be special. I wanted to remember how special it was. But no, you had to take that away from me. Why?"

Tim was baffled and just looked at her. "Julie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. We were both drinking and one thing just led to another."

"I don't even want to hear it." A tear fell down her face. "You're pathetic."

With that, she rolled her eyes turning right around and walking towards the door. She slammed the door this time.

Riggins turned around and put his hands on his head. His words echoed in the empty garage, "Fuck!"