“He saw me walking and picked me up.” Kyle’s face is unreadable, and I’m not sure if he’s buying it.
“Right.” He suddenly laughs and shakes his head. “You’re not his type, you know, in case you’ve got some stupid crush on him. He likes them experienced and well…” His eyes roam up and down my body. “Those Instagram model types.”
Ouch. “I…ah…I don’t know what you mean,” I lie.
“Doesn’t matter. I really am sorry about the other night, and I want to make it up to you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, and Kyle leans in close to whisper in my ear.
“Do you really want to be a virgin forever? I’d be doing you a favor.” His mouth brushes my cheek, and I jump back.
There’s a set of stairs behind me, and I fall backwards before landing hard on my ass. My skirt flies up, but I quickly push it back down. Kyle stands over me with a hungry look in his eyes and my stomach turns sour. I hear a few people snicker, and I wonder how many of them have seen my panties.
I push to my feet and walk back toward the car drop-off line. “Nadia!” Kyle calls after me, but I ignore him. I’d pulled out my phone to text my sister, planning to tell her I have a headache or something. Then I see my phone is busted. Again.
“Seriously!” I mutter to myself. That’s two phones I’ve broken in a matter of two days.
Turning around, I make my way back toward the school because I don’t have any other option. I use the phone in the nurse's office to call her, and it’s then the nurse notices there’s blood on my shirt. She pushes it up to reveal a scrape on my lower back. I must have hit it against one of the stairs when I fell.
This day started out so perfectly. At least I thought it did. Now I’m thinking I’m in way over my head. My plan for Walsh and me to have a fun fling fizzles out in my mind. He hadn’t even wanted to go all the way. I’m a silly, clumsy girl who has no clue what I’m doing.
How is this supposed to work when my head and heart are already all over the place? If this keeps going, Walsh will end up destroying both of them.