Ugly(20)

When we reach his room, he closes the door and sits on his bed. “Lily, I want to ask you something.”

“What is it?” I sit on the floor near the bed and take the university offers out of my bag.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I stop doing what I’m doing and look up at him. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I want you to be my girlfriend. As in going steady. Is that okay?”

I’m not really sure what to say. Having a boyfriend isn’t something I ever thought would happen. I mean, I’m not pretty, and I don’t have nice clothes or nice…anything. Why would he want to be my boyfriend when there’s a ton of pretty girls out there? “Um,” I say unsure on how to reply.

“What’s wrong?” He slides off the bed and kneels beside me. His hands cup either side of my face and he looks me straight in the eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Lily. You have to know that. And if you say yes to being my girlfriend, I promise I’ll look after you and never let you go. You mean too much to me to let anything happen to you.”

I can’t hold the intense stare his eyes are giving me. “Okay,” I finally answer. I’m not exactly sure what being someone’s girlfriend means, but I’m positive Trent will tell me.

“Thank you,” he says. Trent moves his head, and kisses me. First on my right cheek, then my left. But he doesn’t move his face away from me, instead I watch his chest going up and down rapidly. His breath is shallow and I notice a bulge in his pants. “Thank you,” he whispers. Trent leans in further and softly kisses my mouth. With a small movement he sweeps his tongue over my lips and gently probes to open my mouth.

His kiss becomes fevered. Trent moves his body closer to me. He slides his hands from my cheeks, down my arms and to my waist.

He lifts me to sit on him, and I can feel his erection pressing into me. “Trent,” I sigh. I can’t give him sex. It’s not what I want. It’s way too early for that. But Trent continues to kiss me, his body engulfing mine. “Trent, please,” I beg as I push on his chest.

“You’re my girlfriend now, Lily. This is what we do to show each other how much we love one another.”

Love? Love? What? “Trent.” I use more strength to push him away, but he’s much stronger than me. “Please, I’m not ready.”

“Come on. I love you. Don’t you love me?” He keeps kissing me, his mouth moving away from my mouth down my neck. He’s sucking, licking and nibbling on the exposed skin. His left hand leaves my hip, and he starts to fondle my breast.

“Trent, please,” I say. But it comes out more like I’m begging him with a whine. “Don’t.”

He stops kissing me, and pushes me off him. I fall backward and look at Trent, who’s already up and standing in front of me. “Fine,” he says with a fierce fire. He takes a step back and sits on his bed. Picking up my university offers he looks at the names of the three and tosses two on the floor beside my feet. “This is the one I’m going to, so this is the one you’re going to.” He holds it up showing me the name of the university. “You better go help Mom with dinner, I heard her calling you.” He stands, turns his back to me and goes to the far side of the room.

“Are you angry with me?” I ask as I stand to my feet and take a step toward him.

“No.”

“Then why are you so short with me?”

“You’re a prick tease, Lily. You flutter your eyes, and kiss me, begging me to take you. Then, when I want to fuck you, you back away.

What? “When did I do that?”

“Just now. But don’t worry about it. Just go help Mom.”

I stand by the door and continue looking at him. Is that what I did? Did I indicate I wanted sex? I lower my eyes to the floor, not really sure how I did that.

“Just go,” he says again, but still hasn’t turned to look at me.

“I don’t want you mad with me. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that’s what I was doing,” I beg, as I take a few steps toward where he’s standing.

“Whatever,” he spits, his back to me. “Just go.”

“I can’t go knowing you’re angry with me.” I reach him and put my hand on his back.

Trent turns to look at me and my eyes are immediately drawn to the bulge in his pants. “Yeah, this is what you did and now you just want to leave. I’ve now gotta go to the bathroom and jack off, all while you’re down stairs probably laughing and thinking how funny it is to give me a hard-on and walk out.”

“I’m not like that. I don’t know why you’re saying that.” Tears begin to cloud my eyes, and I feel so terrible for him.