The Bad Girl and the Good Boy

by Karla Luna

  Moments later, we were completely ready.

  I whimpered from the pain once I started feeling him between my thighs. Okay, okay. Horrible timing but…

  “Zavier… I’m a virgin,” I quickly told him.

  Instead of starting to move forward, he froze, and stared up at me in shock. “WHAT!?”

  I tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Seems like I’m not anymore.”

  “No, no, no. I-I gotta freakin’ get out of here!”

  “Zavier, just continue…”

  “No! No, I-I’m just gonna stop and…”

  “Shut up and keep going.”

  “I… a-are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Evelyn…”

  “Go on, it’s okay.”

  He sighed and gulped, looking down to admire my naked body.

  Then he gripped my thigh hard and bit his lip, resuming his rhythm… until the room got filled with moans and groans, and I felt sweat all over my body and saw it all over him, too. Then, I was scratching at his back and he was getting extremely grabby with me as I whispered his name several times. But he was still sweet and gentle with me. I loved it.

  Apart from this being totally awkward from the start, it was nevertheless perfect in the end.

  What made me feel horrible was leaving him alone in my room right afterward, once I knew he had fallen asleep.

  44: Awkward Much

  • Evelyn •

  “Late to class, Miss Jo. Again,” said my English teacher as he gave me a disapproving look, watching me walk in without a pass or even a care in the world, as usual. But this time, my reasons were completely different than the ones in the past.

  “Yeah, well, if you had rumors going around about you, then you wouldn’t even want to be here,” I muttered to myself as I covered my face and walked to my desk. Since this morning, I’ve had to hide my face and put my hood over my head to avoid anyone. It only slightly worked, but not really.

  Walking in this morning reminded me why I hate people so much.

  “Hey, Jo, how does it feel like, banging the nerdy loser boy?”

  When Tobie, the guy behind me, said that, all I did was ignore him but I clenched my fists as I heard a few chuckles coming from his friends. “Oh um… think you can do me next? Since you’re so desperate for some…”

  He didn’t get to finish his sentence since I had quickly turned to him and punched him square in the face, making the whole class either gasp or shout out.

  “Jo, Principal’s office. Tobie, go think about life in the nurse’s office please,” said the teacher, not even turning to look at either one of us, as he started writing on the board.

  “Fucking gladly,” I snapped as I grabbed my things and walked straight out of class, not even glancing at the boy I love, who was sitting right by the window with his head down in shame and embarrassment.

  I should really start with what happened this morning.

  When Zavier fell asleep last night, I wanted to stay and admire his beautiful, peaceful-looking, adorable face some more. I wanted to sleep next to him and feel his warmth, because that would’ve been one of the sweetest things, after what we had just done.

  Even though I felt horrible for leaving him alone in my room, I had a reason for it. I knew Stormy should not come in and find us two together, on the same bed, naked. So instead of waking him up (because hey, like I said, he looked too damn peaceful), I did the next best thing I could think of.

  I left him in my room, and well, I went to his room instead to sleep there. I couldn’t sleep though. I still felt the pain between my legs, even though I also kept smiling thinking about it. But I also felt a little bad. Was this way too soon? Was it bad that we did this? I couldn’t regret anything now. But I was so sure that at school, I would be avoiding him because of me turning just a little bit shy. Just a little, which was also probably a big shocker. Well, I just felt a little bit weird. But I’m sure it’ll go away.

  This was my first time. This was his first time. Of course it’s going to be just a tad bit awkward for the both of us, especially for him. But I wasn’t the one to hide. So this was odd behavior for me. I just wondered how weird and awkward he would be acting now.

  It was about 2am when I heard Stormy’s car pull into the driveway. I stood up to look out the window and then looked around Zavier’s room. I had just come in here with my bed sheets wrapped around my body and I knew she was the type of mother to walk into her son’s room to check if he was sleeping just fine.

  So without even thinking twice about it, I pulled the sheets away from my body and hid them under his bed. Then, I went to his drawers and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt, which were both pretty big on me. But I didn’t mind it. Then, I jumped on his bed and tried to put the blankets over me. Lastly, I rolled all over bed. I even fell off the bed and tried to get up as quick as I could.

  When I was finally on the bed again, I didn’t have time to put the blankets over me before I lay down, so it was far too late once the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Stormy.

  My hair looked like a bird’s nest and I tried to smile at her, my heart beating hard against my chest.

  “Evelyn… what are you doing in my son’s room?” She blinked hard and turned the lights on. “I mean… I understand you two are dating now but I’m not sure I feel very comfortable with this,” she said in a serious tone, making me a little bit nervous.

  I faked a laugh and gripped on to my hair. Think, think, think.

  “Oh… um, actually… it’s… it’s a relationship thing! Yeah, you see, if um… if a couple lives in the same house but both have separate rooms, it’s the in-thing for them to sleep in each other’s rooms for at least a night or two. It’s so… we’d feel what it’s like to be in each other’s shoes. It’s a new trend.” What the actual fuck, Evelyn?!

  She seemed to think about it as her eyes wandered around the room. “Huh… so you sleep here and he sleeps there?”

  I nodded when she pointed at my room.

  “Teenagers are so weird,” she mumbled to herself.

  “Oh, don’t walk in and embarrass him with this, by the way. He’s just trying some new things out, you know, me being his first girlfriend and all.”

  She hummed and nodded, but then looked at me again and furrowed her eyebrows together. “Wait, you’re… you’re also wearing his clothes, Evelyn.”

  I looked down at the plain white T-shirt and red boxers that I had on. But I just giggled and waved my hand about. “Oh it’s… it’s another thing about the trend! Yeah, we have to wear each other’s clothes to sleep.”

  There was a long pause as she clicked her tongue against her cheek. “So you’re telling me… that my son is wearing your bra and perfect booty shorts to bed right now.”

  I wanted to laugh at the images but kept my lips pressed together and tried to act as normal as I could. “Possibly…”

  Her face was expressionless as she took another long pause. Then all of a sudden, she just shook her head at me. “You know what, I had a late shift and I’m tired. I’m just gonna go to sleep and forget this conversation ever happened. Goodnight, Zavier.”

  “Evelyn.”

  “Yeah, sure... Whatever. Night!”

  I breathed out in relief when the door finally closed shut. Okay, so I didn’t think she’d actually fall for that and I probably should’ve woken Zavier up to put him in his own room. Then I would’ve avoided this awkward situation. Stormy was very smart but I guess her being tired just didn’t make her think straight. So it was okay.

  I managed to fall asleep after that and woke up at 6:30am to get ready for school. I knew Zavier would be up at about 7am or around there, so I sort of wanted to give him his space if he needed it. I don’t know why I felt this way. I guess I just felt like we both needed a bit of space after what had happened. I was probably going to give him the wrong message but I would explain what I could later. Because I bet he’d draw the wrong conclusions.

 
I poked my head out the room and saw my bedroom door closed. So I started to tip-toe down the hall but stopped and jumped once I felt a little tinfoil ball hit me.

  I frowned and looked in the direction it came from.

  Darrel was sitting at the top of the stairs, smiling and waving at me. “Rough night, E-jo? Get it… rough. Because he was probably rough with you. Haha!”

  “Shut up!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Stormy’s bedroom door. He looked at my bedroom door and clapped his hands together.

  “Oh, trying to sneak out to go to school and avoid him? The old hump and dump. That’s cold, E-Jo. Real cold.”

  “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “You forget, I know how to pick locks wayyyy faster than y—”

  “Okay, got it. And I’m not doing the old ‘hump and dump’ or whatever, I just feel a little bit awkward.”

  He stared at me and then slowly started to get up. He walked towards me and folded his arms, resting his shoulder against the wall next to him. “You… Awkward?”

  “It happens.”

  He shook his head and smirked. “It doesn’t just happen with you. Zavier is changing you into his awkward nerdy self.”

  “No, he is not. You’re exaggerating.” I sighed and looked away, then I looked back at him and gave him my most innocent look. “Now… can you go in there and get me fresh, clean clothes? I’ll shower in his room.”

  “Evelyn…”

  “Please?” I asked as I gave him my best puppy dog face. Okay, for Darrel, this attracted him and I hardly had to try it since he would just give in to me super easily. But at times like these, I couldn’t just beat him up or threaten him.

  He bit his lip and looked me over. “You look pretty hot right now.”

  I was taken aback right then. Darrel didn’t seem attracted to me… ever, in his whole life. Some, or a lot, of people seemed to think he was gay but that was just the way he would act. He was a strange guy, eating almost anything and having a fetish for touching or playing with people’s soft hair. But us? We were never, even remotely, attracted to each other in that way. So I was 99.9% sure he was just playing around to get some sort of reaction from me.

  But I sort of panicked and stepped back against the wall once he got closer to me. He smirked as he placed his forehead against mine, and his large hands on my tiny waist.

  “Hey, Eve, why are we getting so nervous?”

  I just looked up at him and shook my head. I wasn’t nervous. I’m more afraid of why he was doing this, especially when my boyfriend was sleeping in my room, just a few feet away.

  “Did he treat you well? Or should I show you what a real man does?” Once his lips started inching toward my own, I frowned and pushed him away. Most girls would’ve probably just slapped him by now. But come on, I wasn’t the one for slapping. I had to punch, especially after what he had just tried to do with me.

  He grabbed on to his lip and then looked at the blood on his finger. He smiled and looked at me, his dark blue eyes lighting up. “Always throwing good punches.”

  “What the fuck, Dare?”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “I knew it wasn’t a good idea due to that nice little punch there, but I had to do it.” He shrugged and went over to my bedroom door, grabbing on to the knob. Before opening it, he turned to me and gave me one of his sweet, genuine smiles. Darrel was back. “That was a test, by the way. You’re honestly a great girl for Zavier. He’s one lucky guy.”

  When he got inside the room, I gripped Zavier’s shirt in my hands and couldn’t help but smile at what he had just said.

  If anyone’s lucky, it sure was me.

  I stopped smiling once Darrel popped his head out to look at me. “You probably didn’t want to kiss me either, but hey, gotta admit, I’m totally kissabrkjf—” His words got jumbled up when I giggled and pushed his head back inside the room.

  I knew Zavier would bring Stormy’s car to school, and I didn’t feel like riding my bike today, so I decided to hitch a ride with dear ol’ Jesse. As usual, he didn’t seem to mind it. He just asked about Zavier, but I changed the subject. I knew I made him suspicious because he did that twitchy eye thing but I also made a mental note to explain to him later. Because come on, it was Jesse, he does not let something go until he finds out what’s going on. And sooner or later he would find out anyway. I just couldn’t say anything right now.

  Getting to school was a drag. I felt tired, and my body slightly ached. I wanted to stay home or maybe even skip, but I knew I couldn’t. The past few weeks, Zavier showed me how important school was. It may be hell, full of drama, full of idiots, but I realized I wanted to do something with my life. So my grades were important. I sort of sounded like Zavier actually, but come on, we were dating now. So it was just normal that his nerdy-ness would rub off on me.

  Jesse parked his Jeep and we both got out.

  Though once we did, I noticed every pair of eyes stared right at me. I knitted my eyebrows together and even glared at some of them. I walked next to Jesse, and he, too, noticed how quiet it had suddenly gotten in the whole parking lot.

  “Why the hell are these fuckers staring at me?” I whispered to him.

  He shrugged, and that was exactly when his phone rang to notify him that he had a new message. He checked it and I noticed he got a little pale, his face full of shock.

  “Wow, okay. Evelyn, I don’t think you’re gonna like this very much.”

  I frowned and then snatched his phone from him and looked at the screen.

  Oh, fuck no!

  “You guys slept together?” Jesse whispered to me as he looked around.

  But I wasn’t really listening to him, more like plotting murder on whoever did this. I ignored him and everyone else whistling and yelling at me, and practically stomped toward the school building, glaring at pretty much everyone who laughed or looked at me the wrong way. I even glared at the innocent kids who looked pretty scared for some reason.

  I had to look for one particular nerdy good boy with adorable glasses. Where was he? I was sure he was already here even though I left way earlier. But truth was, Jesse and I went for a ride downtown and shit, to pass some time before heading to school.

  Fuck. Zavier shouldn’t see this. He can’t be here if this was going around… all over the mother fucking school! But dammit, he probably already saw it since it was pretty much forwarded to everyone’s phones. I just didn’t bother to check my own stupid phone.

  I froze up when I saw him at the end of the hall. Some jocks were all around him, obviously picking on him. They seemed to be talking to him yet smirking, and he was blushing, holding his books tight to his chest like a scared little boy.

  I was fucking done once they threw his books and glasses to the ground and laughed in his face. I got angry and went over, not even hesitating to punch and kick all three of them, telling them that even a guy like him got more than they ever did.

  Zavier stared at me once the jocks left in severe pain, his eyes full of worry and fear. But I just sighed and picked his glasses up as he went for his books. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to.

  I clenched my jaw and fists when I started hearing all sorts of things behind me.

  “What. A. Slut.”

  “Even dork boy got to her.”

  “That’s because she’s just that easy to get.”

  “Completely pathetic.”

  I took a look at Zavier once again and he looked down as if he were ashamed. Okay, this hurt. Sure, the video everyone got didn’t contain everything. It just contained me leaving the room with the bed sheets around my naked body. Zavier, on the other hand, was clearly shown, asleep and shirtless. But it was obvious to everyone what we had done on the weekend.

  I hated this. I hated this type of attention and I hated the laughter and judgment I was getting from these people. I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. But why did it hurt then? I felt like it hurt so much that I just couldn’t take it anymore and ran into the
nearest restroom instead. But I didn’t get angry again. I didn’t even cry because I felt like there was nothing to cry about. All I needed was time to be alone to think and calm myself down, away from all of this stupidity.

  I stayed in there for several minutes, even after the bell had rung for the first hour. Then, I decided to go to class instead of running home, just to see exactly where my limit is. And I didn’t want to be a wimp and keep hiding all day, or worse, all week.

  That just wasn’t like me.

  What I was like was getting into trouble for punching that idiot Tobie right on the nose for talking shit. But hey, I had to take my anger out on someone. And when I walked right into Principal Graham’s office, I guess they were already expecting me there.

  • Zavier •

  When I woke up that morning, I wanted to see my beautiful angel’s face first thing. But when I found the room completely empty, I felt pain somewhere in my gut because she had left me alone.

  Then, I started doing that thing where I listed out the possible reasons why Evelyn had left so early in the morning.

  1. She could’ve done the total-Evelyn thing and went to eat a ton of food because she was just that hungry after last night’s exertion.

  2. She wanted to go to school early because she actually wanted to study for her finals, which would be totally unlike her. But hey, it’s a possibility.

  3. She wanted to go somewhere on that bike of hers.

  4. Or walk. Walking works. She went on a walk to clear her head and stuff. Yeah.

  5. Or she didn’t want to be with me. No, that’s crazy.

  6. She probably found out there was free fried chicken at the market. When there actually never was.

  7. Or she didn’t want to be with me…

  8. Fuck! She didn’t want to be with me.

  9. Let’s go with the fried chicken thing.

  Wait.

  10. Mom. Mom!

  So of course, I had gone with the ‘Mom’ one and the food one, considering we did this without her knowledge. Well, I definitely didn’t want her to know and I’m completely positive that Evelyn didn’t want her to know either. We both respected her too much, I guess.