Chapter 8

• Sophia’s POV
• A knock on the door had me jumping up from the bed and wrapping the blanket around my body and walking to the door.
• “Who’s there?” I asked cautiously.
• “Me, of course. Who else?” Jenny answered with the usual sass in her voice. I narrowed my eyes before unlocking the door and opening it. She stood outside, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed. A bag was slung over her shoulder and I suspected that was where she had kept my clothes.
• “Was the ‘d’ that good?” She asked as she pushed past me and walked into the room. I rolled my eyes again as I closed the door and locked it behind us.
• “Good morning to you to,” I answered with enough sass in my voice, just like hers.
• “You haven’t answered my question,” she murmured.
• “And you haven’t replied my greeting,” I answered her. “Why are you cranky this morning?”
• “Me? Cranky? Lol I’m not,” she said flatly as she took off the backpack and removed my clothes. She threw them to me and I caught them expertly. A shirt and a shirt.
• “Uh…thanks?” I let the blanket drop to the floor and wore the clothes she had brought hurriedly. “Have my parents called or anything?”
• “No, Sophia. They’ve not,” she answered with an over exaggerated sigh as her eyes roamed over the room and landed on the tattered dress on the floor. “Ooh…that seems… steamy.”
• “Shut up,” I answered her with a roll of my eyes as I grabbed the back and checked if she had brought any other necessities. Thankfully my hair oil and hair comb was inside the bag.
• “You’re supposed to tell me all the interesting things that had happened yesterday,” she said, her eyes bright as I loosened the bun and began oiling my hair.
• “What makes you think any interesting things happened yesterday?” I asked with a slight shake of my head.
• “Sophia, I will not let you lie to me that nothing interesting happened yesterday. You mean to tell me that you and Mr Handsome didn’t do anything yesterday?” She raised a brow.
• “What if we didn’t?” I asked, raising an eyebrow too.
• “Then why is the dress all tattered on the floor?”
• “Ugh, fine!” I said with an eye roll. I was eager to tell her anyways. Just like she had told me about how she had her first the time it happened, I also had to tell her about mine.
• “So?” She asked, looking at me with curious and eager eyes.
• “We had sex,” I told her, heat creeping up my cheeks. I turned away from her and looked at the mirror as I combed my hair. The shirt had covered the puncture marks.
• “Uh, duh. That’s too obvious,” she answered. “No that’s not what I’m talking about. I need all the details!”
• “Uh…what do you want me to tell you?”
• “Everything! Jeez! You know that,” she explained and rubbed her forehead. “Anyways, I’m waiting. Tell me everything!”
• “Ugh fine fine! We had sex. He didn’t know I was a virgin…I didn’t tell him, and he went gently at first but then he got…” I blushed and bit my lip. “It was mind blowing.”
• “Is that so?” Jenny asked, a tiny smile on her face and her brows raised. “Well I’m glad it was a great experience for you. What’s his name?”
• “That’s the thing. We didn’t exchange names,” I answered her with a sigh. “No names, no contact, nothing.”
• “Umm…okay, did you use condoms?” She asked.
• My eyes went wide for a second as I remembered we didn’t. And that was bad. “No,” I answered slowly. “We didn’t.”
• “Why didn’t you tell him he couldn’t go in without a condom?” She asked, her eyes wide as she watched me.
• “I wasn’t exactly in the right stare of mind,” I answered, already feeling embarrassed.
• “Jeez! You didn’t think of infections or anything?” She gave me a disapproving look but then sighed. “Well I was just as careless as you on my first time so I understand. We’ll go to the doctor to get a check up and make sure you’re clean. Did he pull out at least?”
• I shook my head slowly. “No, he didn’t.”
• “You really weren’t in the right state of mind,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. “We’ll go to the hospital now and we’ll talk to the doctor. He’s gonna give you some pills.”
• “Won’t he ask for my parents?” I asked with a frown. “You know, I’m young and all.”
• “You’re 18. You’re legal,” she answered with a roll of her eyes like it was common knowledge.
• “And he won’t tell my dad? He’s the sheriff, you know. Everyone knows him,” I reminded her.
• “Whatever you and the doctor discuss is strictly confidential between you and him,” she assured me. “Jeez, now I’m feeling like some kind of adult, hehe.”
• I rolled my eyes at her as I dropped my hair comb and packed my hair into a sleek low bun. I returned my comb and hair oil into the bag and slung it over my shoulders.
• “What about shoes? You didn’t bring any?” I asked with a frown.
• “Unfortunately, that skipped my mind.” She gave me a tight-lipped smile.
• “Are you saying I’m gonna have to leave here in freaking heels?” I pouted.
• “Yes, sorry,” she answered in an unapologetic tone. “Anyways, where is your Mr Handsome?”
• “He left before I woke up,” I answered, rubbing my face then sliding my feet into the heels I had worn here yesterday.
• “Oou weird as fuck,” she commented. “That’s crazy. Isn’t it you that’s supposed to be running from the man? You’re the one who supposed to leave first.”
• “Yeah well,” I answered with a shrug. “Change of roles I guess.”
• “Hmm,” she answered, nodding her head. “Good thing I brought my car so you don’t have to walk all the way to the hospital in heels. That’s just how much I love you, you know. Sigh. You should count your self lucky,” she added dramatically.
• “Hehehe.”