goes to her bathroom and turns on the water. She takes off her soggy clothes as the water warms up. She steps into the shower and lets the warm water run all over her body, relaxing her muscles. All the things that said that night kept ringing in her head. She was trying to figure out if he really meant the sweet things he said, or if he was just trying to cheer her up. Or, in the case of John, defending her. They had been friends for a long time, for as long as either one could remember, but for the first time ever she was starting to wonder if perhaps she had feelings for him.
"I always swore I never love him, though." She thought to herself. "Maybe it's just my vulnerable state."
She continued to mull things over as she ran the soap over her body and washed her hair.
"Maybe...just maybe I've always loved him." She finally conceeded after thinking about instances throughout the years, like how they had shared their first kiss with each other on a lonely night in high school.
She finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her, once again thinking about the girl had photographed nude. She walked over to the full length mirror and looked at her own body in the mirror, comparing herself to the model.
She looked at her pale skin, the slight freckles on her face, down to her b-cup breasts, past the wide hips of her hour glass figure, and down to the reflection of her pubic hair. She finally looked at her long, shapely legs. "Why wouldn't I want to look like that girl?" She thought to herself. There were things she liked about her own body, but she thought she was far from perfect. "Who cares about being beautiful on the inside when you're beautiful on the outside, anyway."
Then, she went to grab a pair of panties and her pajamas out of her drawer. As she dressed, she went back to the sweet things had said about her. She was brought out of her reverie by her phone alerting her to a text message. She picked up her phone, and saw that she had 12 unread messages, all from John.
None of the messages were pleasant. The latest one said "well, since you're not going to respond you little bitch, I guess I'm going to have to come over there again. And your little boyfriend had better not try to stop me."
She knew he had a mean streak, and this scared her even more. There were so many things she'd never told , like how mad he would get when she wouldn't have sex with him.
Shaking, she walked out of her room and met in the hall.
He could see something was still wrong, so he decided to forgo asking if she felt better.
She showed him the text message, and could see he was fuming. Just then, another one came in.
"Don't read it." He said. "Just turn it off and let's go watch a movie and play a board game or card game." |