watching me with a face like he had some kind of secret.
“Ask someone to Prom?” I repeated his question in repugnance. “Are you stupid? Do you know how desperate and embarrassing it would be for me, a gir l, having to ask a guy out to Prom?”
“It’s not that bad. You little feminists go on and on about equal opportunity, maybe these guys are waiting for you to put your hand up.”
“We’re talking about a high school prom, Jaxon, not political progressions beneficial to the female race.”
“So that weird lanky dude didn’t even ask you out either?”
“No.” I felt my cheeks heat up. I really thought Doug was a sure bet. How odd.
“Oh well, his loss. It’s not a big deal. Plus, you know what any guy would do to you if they took you out, right?”
I looked at him strangely. “What?”
“They would try and deflower you.” I expected him to laugh, but Jaxon looked dead serious at me. “That’s… assuming you haven’t been already?”
“Shut up, as if I’m telling you that.”
His eyes widened in horror. “Was it Jordan?”
“No! It was nobody. That’s none of your business, though.” I wouldn’t dare tell him how his mom had put me on birth control and gave me a rather out there sex talk (gory details and all) when Jordan and I were together. To that day, she made sure I kept taking my pill as a “just in case” precaution.
He actually looked relieved by that. Then he smiled again, this time to himself. What was he hiding that was so bloody funny because I sure as hell wasn’t doing anything!
“Believe me; all a guy thinks about on Prom night is screwing their girls, Sara. Is that what you’re looking forward to?” He was sarcastic, but I swear there was a hint of seriousness in there somewhere.
“Is that all you thought about?” I retorted, knowing I’d trapped him.
“Yep,” he nodded nonchalantly. “Tanya didn’t even try to play hard to get.”
“Ugh, you’re such a whore, Jaxon.” I shook my head at his blasé attitude, like there was nothing wrong at all with what he was saying.
“I don’t go looking for it,” he protested, and smiled larger. “They come to me, Sara.”
“And you don’t push them back either.”
“But I never go looking for it.”
“What’s the difference? You accept it, that’s what’s so wrong.”
He looked at me for a long moment before propping himself up beside me. It never ceased to amaze me how much taller he was to me, even when sitting.
“Do you want me to stop?” The question threw me off. He looked down at me, blue eyes glowing with sincerity. Oh my God, he’s being serious.
“No,” I said slowly. “What you do is your own business.”
Looking thoughtful once again, he eventually nodded and looked away. I didn’t know why he was acting so weird. It was so unlike him. “I can take you out to Prom if you want,” he quietly said after some time.
My eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because no one’s asked you, and you’ve run out of time.”
I scoffed. “Oh, so it’s just a pity offer–”
“No,” he interrupted sternly. He leaned in so that his face was mere inches from mine and seriously said, “It’s not pity, Sara. I want you to have a fun night. Plus,
“Ask someone to Prom?” I repeated his question in repugnance. “Are you stupid? Do you know how desperate and embarrassing it would be for me, a gir l, having to ask a guy out to Prom?”
“It’s not that bad. You little feminists go on and on about equal opportunity, maybe these guys are waiting for you to put your hand up.”
“We’re talking about a high school prom, Jaxon, not political progressions beneficial to the female race.”
“So that weird lanky dude didn’t even ask you out either?”
“No.” I felt my cheeks heat up. I really thought Doug was a sure bet. How odd.
“Oh well, his loss. It’s not a big deal. Plus, you know what any guy would do to you if they took you out, right?”
I looked at him strangely. “What?”
“They would try and deflower you.” I expected him to laugh, but Jaxon looked dead serious at me. “That’s… assuming you haven’t been already?”
“Shut up, as if I’m telling you that.”
His eyes widened in horror. “Was it Jordan?”
“No! It was nobody. That’s none of your business, though.” I wouldn’t dare tell him how his mom had put me on birth control and gave me a rather out there sex talk (gory details and all) when Jordan and I were together. To that day, she made sure I kept taking my pill as a “just in case” precaution.
He actually looked relieved by that. Then he smiled again, this time to himself. What was he hiding that was so bloody funny because I sure as hell wasn’t doing anything!
“Believe me; all a guy thinks about on Prom night is screwing their girls, Sara. Is that what you’re looking forward to?” He was sarcastic, but I swear there was a hint of seriousness in there somewhere.
“Is that all you thought about?” I retorted, knowing I’d trapped him.
“Yep,” he nodded nonchalantly. “Tanya didn’t even try to play hard to get.”
“Ugh, you’re such a whore, Jaxon.” I shook my head at his blasé attitude, like there was nothing wrong at all with what he was saying.
“I don’t go looking for it,” he protested, and smiled larger. “They come to me, Sara.”
“And you don’t push them back either.”
“But I never go looking for it.”
“What’s the difference? You accept it, that’s what’s so wrong.”
He looked at me for a long moment before propping himself up beside me. It never ceased to amaze me how much taller he was to me, even when sitting.
“Do you want me to stop?” The question threw me off. He looked down at me, blue eyes glowing with sincerity. Oh my God, he’s being serious.
“No,” I said slowly. “What you do is your own business.”
Looking thoughtful once again, he eventually nodded and looked away. I didn’t know why he was acting so weird. It was so unlike him. “I can take you out to Prom if you want,” he quietly said after some time.
My eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because no one’s asked you, and you’ve run out of time.”
I scoffed. “Oh, so it’s just a pity offer–”
“No,” he interrupted sternly. He leaned in so that his face was mere inches from mine and seriously said, “It’s not pity, Sara. I want you to have a fun night. Plus,
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