Present Day

August’s Perspective

Alex approached me after school on Monday. He slumped against the locker next to mine.

"Hi, what do you want?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry, August." he whispered.

"What, you think just because you throw out a half-assed apology I'm going to go swoon in your arms crying hysterically? Well, you're wrong. You obviously don't know me if you thought that's what would happen." I snapped.

"Can I explain?" he asked.

"What good does that do? I already know your motives for me were exactly the same as the ones you have for every other girl. Well, newsflash, ego boy, I'm a lot different than they are." I snapped.

"You're right. You are different. And that's why I waited. That's why I like you so much." he breathed, taking me in his arms.

"Don't touch me." I seethed.

"Let me." he pleaded lowly. I turned to face him and slapped his cheek as hard as I could.

"That's for for fucking me and every other female member of the student body." I snapped.

"August, give me a chance." he pleaded.

"No. You know why? Cuz I gave you years of chances but you kept up your little charade. Sure, you played the good guy when I needed it, but then you turned around and screwed over yet another girl. I got sick of it, but I always held my tongue. But you succeeded in turning me into one of those girls." I choked and left.

I was unfair, I get it. But he always promised he wouldn't do this to me. Yet he did anyway.

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I'd slept with Alex. And it had been my first time, but by no means his. He tried to hide his drunken one-night stands, but I knew. But the only reason I was upset was that he was treating me like those girls and he didn't even care.

I knew what I had to do so I set out to do it. I knocked on Alex's front door and waited. He answered, except he was slumping awkwardly, his usual swagger and smirks gone.

"August! Come on in!" Alex cried happily. I walked in and sat down on the couch. "August look, I'm really very sorry about everything. I pushed you until you caved and slept with me and that was not right at all. Then I treated you like shit when I should've been a hell of a lot nicer to you." he apologized lowly.

"August, you don't even have to forgive me. You can call me a name, beat me up, and tell me you never want to see me agian. I deserve whatever you're thinking of doing to me." he mumbled. I hugged him.

"That's not what I had in mind, but I'll take it." he smirked. I laughed. Alex was back.

"You're forgiven." I smiled.

"Yay! Can we eat? All this apologizing is making me hungry." he said.

I grabbed Alex's hand and we skipped off to the kitchen. Alex sat on the counter while I looked in the cupboard.

"Ew, boring, healthy, HEY!" I said.

"What?" he asked, his head shooting up. I showed him the can of whipped cream.

"Ooh, gimme!" he squealed and grabbed it from me. He squeezed some into his mouth. "Want some?" he asked, his mouth full of the whipped cream.

"No thanks!" I giggled and watched as he swallowed and sighed.

He pulled my shirt away from my chest and squeezed whipped cream down my shirt. I gaped at him.

"Oops!" he laughed, covering his mouth in mock shock.

I took his navy blue beanie off his head, squeezed whipped cream on the top of his head and put his hat back on him. His eyes looked up and he glared at me, horrified. He grabbed the can from me.

"You better run, bitch!" he yelled, chasing me.

He tackled me and rolled carefully so I was on my back and he was on his stomach, on me. He sat up on his knees, straddling my hips.

"This is for messing up my hair and my hat." he whispered devilishly. He squeezed whipped cream on my lips, my nose, my cheeks, and my neck along my jaw.

"Jerk!" I cried, but he just smiled.

He leaned down and cleaned my nose of whipped cream as he kissed it. Then he sucked at my neck, leaving a track of warm kisses along it. He made it up to my cheeks and finally my lips. He kissed me passionately.

I pulled myself up so we were both sitting on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around my neck, never breaking the kiss. He stumbled up the stairs and into his room. He went to unbutton my jeans, but stopped short.

"You want this, right?" he asked between kisses.

I nodded and we took our clothes off. I pushed him on the bed and he started going inside me. I gasped and put my hands on his back as he rolled us so he was on top of me. He shushed me and quickened his pace. When he was finished, he rolled off me, sweating and breathing hard. Our fingers entwined and I curled up by his side.

Notes

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