By Maria Okumura
"It's okay," he whispers into my ear.
"Its not." I pull back, inching away from him.
He watches me with his hungry eyes for a moment, then crosses the room so he's in front of me again.
"It'll be fine." His sweet voice swirls into my ears and around my brain.
I shake my head, a weak resistance.
He pulls me close and entraps my lips in his.
his fingers prowl up and down my body.
I force my hands to his chest and push him away, shaking my head.
That's all I manage to say.
He stares at me in confusion.
"I don't want this."
"That's what your saying now, but before-"
He sighs, "Why not?"
"For starters, I hardly know you. We only just met a few weeks ago."
"So? People hook up all the time who have only known each other for a few minutes."
"So this is a one night stand to you?"
"I didn't say that."
"Not with your words."
I place a hand on my hip and shake my head.
"Look," I start, "I don't think this will work out."
"You obviously want what I'm not putting out."
"Shut up for a sec, kay? I'm not that easy. I'm not a slut."
He crossed his arms and watched me for a long moment.
"If that's what you want." He sighs.
"Yeah, it is."
He walks out and I'm along in the cold room. Its a bare room, with grey walls and few decorations. There's a love seat in the corner, but its old and torn.
He was cute and he seemed really nice at first...but I'm not that kind of girl. I'm saving mine and if he can't respect that then to hell with him.
To hell with all of them.