“Why are you trying to make out with me in the middle of the hallway?" he teased, pulling back.
I rolled my eyes and yanked him back in. "In your dreams," I replied. “I’m serious. I wanted to make sure that you used the proper... protection," I whispered.
He smirked again, reminding me how much I hated him. "What was that?" he asked, pretending not to hear me. "You're gonna have to speak up, this ear's not working so well today. Someone was screaming my name in it last night."
I glared, asking shortly, "Did you or not?"
He chuckled a little, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Yes, I did."
Well, that was a relief. "Thank you," I said, although I had no idea why I was actually thanking him for anything.
"Is the thought of me knocking you up that terrifying?" he asked, looking amused.
I nodded. "I'd hate to have to pay my dad to push me down a flight of stairs."
With that, I lifted my nose into the air and walked away, smiling a little to myself when he finally called after me, "You wouldn't have to, I'd happily push you for free."
Since Derek didn’t know how long it took for virginal bleeding to subside, I was able to use that excuse for a week before he got suspicious.
The following Friday he didn't ask, he demanded to see me that weekend. He actually asked me for my number so he had a more reliable way of contacting me since I had dodged him at school.
Saturday night I was at home journaling when I heard Alanis Morissette start singing from my cell phone. I didn't recognize the number, but I answered it anyway.
"Hey, you hungry?" Derek asked without returning my greeting.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I just lost my appetite."
"Well, I'm on my way to pick you up."
"Uh," I said, shutting my journal and frowning, "did you not just hear the part where I said I wasn't hungry?"
"You can get dessert then. I'll be there in less than two minutes."
"But... I'm not ready," I said, stalling.
"Aw, you don't have to pretty yourself up for me, but thanks for the concern," he said sarcastically.
"I'm doing homework," I lied. "I'm concentrating. You can't interrupt me right now."
"Oh, good. I'll come over and help you study."
"Yes, and then the Earth will open up and swallow me whole while pigs fly over my head. Think again; the door will be dead-bolted."
"You know, you're really terrible at playing sex slave," he informed me.
"And you're really terrible at being a decent human being. You overlook my shortcomings and I'll try to overlook yours," I shot back.
"You're so hateful, Nikki," he said tauntingly.
"That's because I hate you, Derek," I told him brightly.
"Well, get over that feeling, because I'm about to pull onto your street. Which trailer's yours?"
I raised my eyebrows. "You seriously think I'm going to tell you that?"
"Well, if you don't I'll knock on every door until I find yours. That should look really good to your neighbors."
Deflated, I felt my shoulders slump. "About halfway down the road, there's a porch light, it's a blue trailer. Don't