She was starting to stir.
The perfect girl in his arms.
She was awake, now she looked over at me and realized who it was. It was just as he had suspected. In that moment it hit her. What had happened that night. She realized that she had slept with Tristan Dugrey. The person she hated the more than anything. She had just slept with her worst enemy. She hated him so much.
Why didn't she stop this?
Why didn't he stop this?
She knew she had to get out of there are soon as possible. She tried to find all her clothes. She didn't want to talk to him it was easier just to ignore him. Pretend he didn't exist. That was a hard thing for her to do though. He was trying to talk to her. Telling her that they needed to talk about this. She didn't care though. She had all her belongings now. So she left. She waited on the front steps to call her mum. So she would be able to get home.
What would she say to her mother.
What would she think.
She knew it was just as much her fault as it was his. Except she didn't matter to him. He'd slept with heaps of girls. This mattered so much to her. It was her first time and she couldn't comprehend why it was with Tristan of all people. She thought her first time would be special. With someone she loved. Why was it with him. Maybe that was telling her something. Something that she just didn't realize or didn't want to realize. That maybe she did love Tristan. But that couldn't be possible and even if it were it wouldn't matter.
She would just have to pretend this didn't happen and move on. Forget the boy who took her virginity.
The one that she might even love.