Chapter 12, Justin

*sorry if there's any typos. my keybards retarded! btw, sorry for the language i use in my story. i normally dont use language like that, but im tryin to think of how a 15/16 year old would speak. so...enjoy:)*

Holy. Freaking. Shit. I just had sex with Alexis. I can't believe it. She said she was scared, and I told her not to be, that I loved her. I told her I loved her. And she said it back. It was amazing. I was afraid I would hurt her, but she didn't make any indication that it hurt. I want to call Ryan and tell him, but I bet Alexis doesn't want me telling people. But, I mean, Ryan's my best friend. I can't just not tell him. Oh well. I'll wait till Alexis says it's okay. I don't want her to get mad.


We're still laying in my bed. She sighs. "That was...wow..."

"Yeah..."

"I mean...it was...I didn't expect...wow..."

"Yeah..."

She sighs again. "So...what do we do now?"

I haven't thought about that. "Uhm, I don't know. We could do it again if you want." I smile and wink at her.

She laughs a little. "No thanks. I'm tired. We could go to Dairy Queen!"

"What's up with you and Dairy Queen? Can't I just get you some chips or something?"

"Do you have any pepperoni?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Can I have a sandwhich?"

"Can you make it yourself?"

"No."

"Alright, fine. I'll be right back."

"Thank you!" She smiles and bats her eyelashes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I pull on my boxers then head downstairs and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull out the pepperoni. I put some on a slice of bread, then remember that she didn't tell me if she wants anything else on it. I can hear her watching tv upstairs. "DO YOU WANT ANY CHEESE ON YOUR SANDWHICH?!" I call up to her.

"NO THANKS! JUST PEPPERONI!" she yells back.

I put a little more pepperoni on her sandwich then put it on a plate and go back upstairs. "You're so weird. Who just puts pepperoni on they're sandwhich?"

"Me," she says, taking a bite.

I roll my eyes. "Of course." I sit down next to her. She's dressed again. Darn.

"You need to get dressed. Your mom could come home any minute."

"Nah, she's on a business trip. She won't be back till next week."

"So, you're all alone here? By yourself?"

I put on my best sad face and act depressed. "Yeah. It gets really lonely."

She bites her lip and looks away, thinking. "Well... maybe I could come stay over sometimes? Just to make sure you don't get too lonely?"

YES. "Alright! I mean, uhm, that'd be cool with me, as long as your parents are okay with it."

She looks down. "Well, it's just my sister's choice."

"Why? Don't your care about your parent's opinion?"

"Well, it's only me and my sister. My parents took off sometime a while ago. So it's just me and Kate."

I'm shocked. I never would've guessed something like that. "Wow."

"Yeah." She looks away.

"I'd really like you to stay here with me."

"Alright. Tomorrow."

"Good." I'm looking forward to Alexis spending the night. A part of me is hoping what happened today might happen again, but I don't want her to feel pressured. Aw crap, I've really changed for this girl.

"Well, maybe I should head home. I'm supposed to be home from school any minute."

"Yeah, okay. I'll drive you home?"

"I'd rather walk, actually."

I'm dissapointed. "Oh."

"Sorry. I just like to walk. It helps me think."

"Oh really? And what do you need to think about?"

"Well, you know, I don't know, I guess..."

"Maybe this?" I lean closer to her and kiss her. She kisses back for awhile, but then she pulls away.

"I really need to get home," she says quietly.

"I know."

"I really don't wanna go."

"I know. I don't want you to go, either."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"I know."

"Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"Let go of my arm."

I look down and notice I'm holding her arm. Tight. "Oh! Sorry." I let go, and I can see the color returning to her arm. It looks like I hurt her. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she says, rubbing her arm a little.

"Are you sure?" I ask, not trying to hide the concern and worry.

"I'm sure. It'll most likely just be a little bruise." She smiles at me. "Really, I'm fine."

"Alright, if you say so."

"Well, I'm gonna go." She stands. "Bye Justin."

"Bye Alexis."

She walks over to the door but pauses as she's about to leave. "Justin? I love you."

I swallow. This will be our second time saying it, and we've only officially been a couple for less than a day. I know I really love her though. "I love you too."

"Bye." She leaves.

I lay back on my bed, and let out a big sigh. I miss her already.





"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"I love her."

"Oh hell."

"Yeah." I'm on the phone with Ryan. I heven't told him that Alexis and i did it yet, and I'm not sure if I'm going to. It's not that I don't trust Ryan or anything, I'm just not sure how he would react.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Positive."

He sighs. "Then, you love her. But what about Kelsey?"

"What about her?"

"She's hot. Very hot."

"Yes, I'm aware that she's very hot."

"And?"

"Alexis is hotter."

"I bet."

I need to tell him. He's done it with girls before. He knows what to do after. But then again, he's always dumped those girls right after it happened... Oh well. I'm telling him. He's my best friend. "I had sex with her."

He's quiet for a moment, as if I surprised him. "Dude, good job."

"Huh?"

"You did her in less than a week. And you've only been 'together' for less than a day."

"And?"

"That's like, a record."

Oh my god. I can't believe him. Is that all he cared about? How long it took? Is that why he dumped all those other girls? "I can't believe you."

"What?"

"Is that all you care about?! Sleeping with the girls?! Sleeping with them then boasting cause it's a 'new record', or whatever?!"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever thought about how those girls feel?! Maybe they thought it was special! But it wasn't to you! You're worse than I was!"

"Was? Dude, you still are. Just watch. Kelsey will wink, or wave, or whatever, and you'll be with her, and Alex will be history. It's just how it works."

"Her name is Alexis."

"Whatever."

"I shouldn't have told you. I thought you'd understand."

"Yeah, go cry about it. You're turning into a wuss."

"Shut up."

"No. You're not the boss of me. I'm 16 freaking years old. Don't tell me what to do."

All of a sudden I notice something different about his voice. "Dude, where are you?"

"I don't know."

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know."

"Are you high?"

He doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.

"You know what? You're a loser."

"You're a loser."

"No, I'm not. Bye Ryan."

"Bye Justin!"

I hang up.