Page 41 of Never Have I Ever
“Fine. So, what’s the issue.”
“She wants me to give her the college experience. Drinking, parties, all of that. And um…” I rub the back of my neck. “She asked me to…” Fuck, am I really going to tell him this? “She asked me to teach her about sex. She wants me to take her virginity.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t do it,” he tells me.
“What? Why not?”
“Girls like that are too vulnerable. Too emotional for casual sex. She’ll end up getting feelings for you and cling to you like a wet dog.”
“Yeah. I figured.” That’s exactly what I told her the other day. He’s right. I know he’s right.
“You’ve got to end it with her.”
My head snaps up, looking right at him. “What? No,” I tell him. “I can still help her without getting in her pants.”
He raised his brow at me. “Really?”
“Yes.” I glare at him. “I’ve done it already.”
“And you didn’t touch her? He asks suspiciously. “Not even kissed her?”
“No. I can control myself, you know.” I don’t tell him how badly I want to kiss her every time I see her. He doesn’t need to know that.
“This isn’t going to end well,” he says. “I’m telling you now, you’ll end up giving in, and she’ll get attached. You’re better off just backing away from her.”
I know what he’s saying is true, but I don’t want to stop seeing her. Even if we can’t fuck, I still want to help her. I can’t imagine someone else taking her to places, teaching her everything they know, taking all of her firsts. I hate the idea of that being a possibility.
“I’m not going to stay away from her,” I tell him. “Nothing’s going to happen between us. I help her, that’s it.”
He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “Good luck with that.”
I scoff. “I don’t need luck. I can control myself; I’m not an animal.”
The door opens, and the gym fills with noise as Ben Reed and his band of assholes follow. I curse under my breath, rolling my eyes. I hate this fucking guy. Ever since we went to school together, this asshole has gotten on my nerves. He’s the kind of douchebag who thinks he’s better than everyone else. The kind who flashes his daddy’s money and spits on poor people.
He’s had it out for me since the beginning. I know he was the one who started those rumors; he told me so. Even though he knows the truth, he still acts like I'm gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“Look who it is,” Ben says as he catches me.
Aiden groans when he sees him. He doesn’t like Ben either. Freshman year, Aiden tried to pledge to be in the frat house. He told me it was cheaper than a dorm room. Ben tried to get Aiden to snort a line of cocaine as one of their hazing rituals. He quit the pledge, and I told him he could move in with me.
“Ben, why don’t you fuck off?” I spit out.
“Where’s that virgin of yours?”
I freeze. My eyes drift to Aiden, and he lifts his eyebrows in question. He’s probably wondering how Ben knows that. I sure as hell didn’t tell him.
“What did you just say?”
“You don’t think I know?” he says, laughing. “That girl screams virgin.”
My jaw clenches and my fists ball up. God, I want to punch him.
“Do you want to bet who gets that sweet pussy first?” he asks. “I bet it’s me.”
