2. Be My First!

I glared at the girl in front of me, who nonchalantly decided to throw herself at me. What kind of weirdo is she?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I barked.

"I say...me and you, the handsome bad boy, should get it on. Right now!" she said enthusiastically.

Oh? Do we have ourselves an easy lay? I thought to myself.

I looked deep into her eyes, which were clouded. Hell no, she is just drunk. Besides, she just said she was a virgin.

I gripped her shoulders and held her steady. "Listen, you aren't thinking clearly because you are trashed. You don't know what the hell you are saying. So just lay down right here and sleep it off, kay?" I said and pointed at the pillow.

"N..no! I want sex! So give me sex! It's seexxxyy tiiime!" she whined and grabbed the front of my shirt.

"HEY, STOP THAT!" I yelled and tried to pry her hands off of my shirt, but she yanked it hard and ripped it in the process, exposing my chest. "The fuck girl! This was my favorite shirt!" I exclaimed. This chick is a handful.

"Oooh abs!" she whispered seductively and rubbed her hand all over my body.

Seriously, how drunk is she? I thought.

"You need to sleep this off," I said and reached for her, but she pushed me down then straddled me. Why is this girl so freakishly strong? I thought. I didn't want to use too much force as I didn't want to hurt her.

"You don't want me? Is it because you think I am ugly?" Her eyes were starting to water. "Is it because I have freckles?" she pouted.

Actually, I thought her freckles were adorable, but there was no way I am about to tell her that.

"Your eyes are so green. Like the forest," she whispered and hovered over me. I could smell the tequila on her breath. She is gonna have a killer headache in the morning.

"Hey, snap out of it, would you?" I said and grazed her cheeks. It was shocking what a small amount of alcohol did to a shy girl like her. I needed to get her off of me as I could feel myself get hard. I've been drinking too, and her soft skin and the sweet smell of her hair was too much for me.

"I just need to close my eyes for a bit," she said and rested her head on my chest.

"Hey, wait. Don't fall asleep on top of me!" I protested.

But she wasn't listening. What a shocker. "Five more minutes, mom," she mumbled and fell asleep.

I slowly rolled her off of me.

Just leave Aaron. She is not your responsibility. I told myself in my mind.

I stood up and started to leave but paused. I couldn't just leave her. She looked so defenseless sprawled across that bed. If I left, she would be alone at Max's house, and I didn't trust Max. I decided to stay with her that night. I covered her with a blanket and laid down next to her. I am just gonna deal with this in the morning.

Just as I suspected, she didn't remember her unruly behavior in the morning. I scolded her for being stupid and dropped her home. She didn't say anything to argue against me. She just quietly thanked me, and we parted ways.

And that should've been the end of it. But it wasn't.

For the next few weeks, she kept staring at me and following me around at school. Everywhere I went, there she was, looking at me. I eventually got annoyed and told her to knock it off, but she didn't listen.

Then came the love notes.

One day, I opened my locker and found a note from her. Then the next day. And the day after that.

Girls I dated complained about her obsession with me. I didn't hold back and told her off several times, but she never listened. She even lied to one of my girlfriends and made us break up. How irritating.

Then one day, she finally moved away, and all of that stopped. I was relieved. I thought I would never have to deal with her again. Until now...

Here she was, back in my life again, following me to my university. When will I ever get rid of her?