Chapter Eight- Like a Virgin
....Matt walked up behind her and pulled her away by wrapping his arms around her waist. He dragged her away from the 30 year old man and said, "Don't leave again!"
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"Don't leave my sight again, got that?" he asked looking straight into her eyes. He pulled her a little closer to him and said, "If anything happened to you your dad will never let me see you again and I really would like to see you again so promise me you won't leave my side."
"Quit actin' like my dad." she told him. "I can look out for myself."
"You're not doing a good job so far." he said still looking into her eyes.
"Great. This is just great." she rolled her eyes and said, "Now I got two dads."
"You got a dad and you got me....to look out for you and to care about you." he corrected.
"You think I'm completely helpless and I'm not. You think I can't take care of myself!" she practically shouted at him.
"I'm just looking out for you Lorr. I don't want you..disappearing on me."
"I'm here, aren't I? Have I disappeared? No. I haven't. So chill out and quit acting like one of my parents. Two is enough."
"Can't a guy care about you? I mean, do you hate it when people care about you?"
"Whatever." she rolled her eyes and backed away from him. She crossed her arms across her chest and started to walk away.
Matt grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back in his direction. When they were face to face he said, "Don't leave."
"Maatt. Come on. Just let me go." she whined.
"Your dad wants me to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing bad happens to you, Lorr. Sorry. I'm not letting you go."
"I feel like a dog. The owners go away for whatever reason and they dump the dog with some strange person they've never seen before in their life and ......just whatever."
She uncrossed her arms and crossed them again, only this time across her stomach. "I really hate this."
"Hate what?" he asked eyeing her.
"Being a girl." she said simply, not wanting to get into details with him. "It bites monkeys."
Matt laughed and she glared at him, which made him stop.
"Is it really that bad cutie?"
"Yeah. It's really that bad."
"You get to...." his voice trailed off.
"Carry a baby around for 9 months, have backaches, morning sickness and all that other shit?"
"It's an amazing gift."
"I'm sure it is, but the shit you have to go through is a little ridiculous. I mean bloating and this shit.....ugh...."
Matt cringed a little but said, "It's a part of life."
"All I have to say is that once I go through menopause I am throwing a HUGE celebration. No more fuckin' bad cramps."
"That's what I wanted to do. Come on."
When he started to drag her by the arm in the direction of the 7-eleven she asked, "Are you bringing me to the 7-eleven just so you can buy another bag of reeses pieces?"
"No."
"Then why are you dragging me back towards the 7-eleven?"
"Because.....I have to get something."
"Don't you even think about buying condoms!"
"Haha. No. It's not that...."
"It better NOT be."
"It isn't Lorr. I promise."
"Then again...your girlfriend would probably be interested."
He looked over at her and said, "Um...we're not going out anymore. I called it quits.......for GOOD. And I was never planning on having sex with her."
"I'm sure you thought about it."
"All guys think about it....it's just....some of us have enough strength not to do that."
"And some of you don't."
"OK....so yeah, maybe some of us don't but Lorr....I'm not like all the other male whores out there who fuck more than 30 girls then brag to their friends about it."
"Good 'cuz that's sacred."
"Exactly."
"Giving your love to somebody..that's just...it's priceless and it shouldn't be bragged about and talked about except for you and that special someone."
"I know what you mean." Then surprising Lori, he asked, "So, are you a ....?"
"Yeah. I'm a virgin...and as corny as it may sound, I'm waiting till my wedding night. I'm not gonna give my love to somebody who may not love me the way I hope they do and who I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with. It's something that you'll never get back and you'll end up regretting it later." she explained.
"OK. You've DEFINITELY thought about this before."
"I don't get pressured to have sex, or 'make love' but....I mean, sure I've thought about it....who hasn't?" Then she added, "And I know it's right for me if I wait."
"What if you find the right person and you don't even know it?"
"I'm waiting till my wedding night. It's as simple as that."
"You have a strong opinion."
"I do. I just...if you don't love the person and the other person doesn't love you back.....it's just, what's the point in going through all that and what happens if you get pregnant and the guy wants nothing to do with you? Then you're stuck caring for the baby all by yourself and at my age......OK....I'll admit it....I can't take care of myself let alone another life....so yeah, that's one of the reasons why I'm waiting till my wedding night. I just...I want to be in love....head over heels in love.... and I want to know that it's forever....not just some fling or one night stand. I HAVE to KNOW that it's FOREVER."
"Well, if the guy left and wants nothing to do with the girl then he shouldn't be having sex. He's immature and he only wanted one thing.....he couldn't handle the responsibility that might come with having sex.....or...." Matt's voice trailed off and then he cringed saying, "Making love."
"Guys like that just need to keep their pants on and the girls need to know better than to give their love away to some guy who's immature and who isn't ready to settle down yet. They should want it to be special.....they should want to have it mean something. It shouldn't be like 'Oh yeah. Over the weekend I fucked some guy while I was drunk....'. It's just stupid."
"Whoever marries you is gonna be lucky."
"Why do you say that?" she raised her eyebrow at him, but lowered it.
"Because you're not a slut and it's cool how you want to wait for your perfect someone...it's just....nice to finally meet a girl who isn't..like a..."
"Whore? Slut?" she threw out a couple words.
"Slut," he decided, "and um...I really hope whoever marries you knows how lucky he is."
"So do I."
"Yeah....so...um...now what?"
"I dunno."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Let's see....we discussed on how I feel about you guys being normal, every day guys....not just 'the guys of Dream Street'....we talked about my 'monthly friend'....we talked about...."
"Sex."
"Obviously."
"It's nice talking to you."
"Even my stupid excuses as to why I won't have sex."
"They're not stupid and they're not excuses. You have morals."
"I guess. I just...I'm such a good girl."
"There's nothing wrong with being a good girl, Lorr. I mean, when it comes to what guys look for in a relationship....that's where girls like you come in. When guys want....well you know...."
"When guys want sex they go for the skinny bimbos who put out?" she guessed.
"I guess you could put it that way. Yeah." He laughed.
"How else would I put it? Should I say when guys want sex they go for the sleezy looking girls who dress slutty, which gives guys the impression that they're easy?"
"Either way. It works either way." He smiled at her.
"Exactly."
"Lorr..."
"Yeah?"
"I really like talking to you."
"I really like talking to you, too. It's just....I know deep down you're probably thinking that I'm such a loser for saying all that crap about sex and everything....I mean, how many guys want to hear that a girl's waiting till her wedding night?"
"You have no clue what I'm thinking right now," he said, "and it's not crap, Lorr. That's your opinion and from what you said, I know exactly where you're coming from. I can understand why you would feel that way."
"This is so weird." She shook her head and looked away then back at him when he asked, "What's so weird?"
"The fact that we just met like an hour and a half ago and all of a sudden we're talking about sex and making love and periods and condoms and ....just..it's weird. You don't even know me and I don't know you...sure I know you as 'Matt from Dream Street' but I don't actually know you."
"You can get to know me out of the spotlight. I really would like to get to know you better....if that's OK with you. I just know by the time you leave I'll want you to stay longer. I know I won't want to say goodbye."
"Then let's not say goodbye. Let's just say..'call me. I'll talk to you later'." she threw out. "I know I won't want to say goodbye either....and if you want to, you don't have to, but maybe....you could come visit me sometime."
"Really?" He had a huge smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah. You can see me when I'm....when I'm not...." her voice trailed off.
"I can see you when you don't have your monthly friend?" he finished for her.
"Yeah."
"I'm sure you're sweet no matter what."
"You never know....I have so many different personalities."
"And I have a whole week to find out what your personalities are."
"You've already seen my bitchy personality."
"Do you have a punk personality in there somewhere?"
"A punk personality?" she tried hard not to laugh.
"Yeah. Can you be a punk and make fun of other people who are gay and everything?"
"You've already seen my punk personality. I told that girl to fuck off and that she was a dumb slut or something." she reminded him.
"OH YEAH. That was sweet."
"I can't believe she didn't know what ICP stood for. That was hilarious."
"Yeah. I know. If she's a fan of Insane Clown Posse then she should know that ICP stands for it."
"I prefer Sum 41, Green Day, New Found Glory and Simple Plan over ICP though..I'd take them over ICP any day of the week and any day of the year."
"I probably could, too."
"I wanna dance."
"That was random." He eyed her then asked, "Who you wanna dance with?"
"Well, I only got my eyes on one guy...."
Chapter 9