Dezarae's POV

As Brandon and I are making out in front of God and every one else, I feel us starting to move. We break a part for only a few seconds to get back into the car. Only this time, instead of going into the front and driving we went into the back. Next thing I know, I am on my back and Brandon is literally all over me. My hands entangle his hair that was once spiked, but now it is a big mess. I am assuming anyways. I can't see anything. My eyes are closed. 

I think we continued this for what I feel is like forever. I have no sense of time. I also suck at looking at manual clocks as well. Like, I can sort of tell time but as the day and age we live in, there really isn't a use for manual clocks. People can just look down at their phones and find out the time that way. Yeah.  Yeah. Yeah. I am a typical teenager. So what? I also like Starbucks and sweats. I don't necessarily give a fuck. 

Slowly, but surely Brandon pulls away and he looks at me. Man, his chocolate brown eyes are amazing. I could literally stare at them all day. On top of that, his hair is a mess and I absolutely love it. The light brown with a bit of blond in it for highlights just makes my heart melt. I could be a popsicle and Brandon would be the sun just melting me away until I am just a little pile of liquid. Does that sound creepy at all? If it does, then oh well. Whatever. I don't give a flying fuck. I never have and I never ever will. 

"Woah. What time is it?" Brandon asked after a while. 

I looked down at my phone and it was 9. Holy fuck. We have been at this for a while. 

"It's nine o'clock. Do you want to head back to my place or what?" 

Brandon slowly leans down a bit and looks me in the eyes and says, "Listen, I like you a lot.. Like a lot a lot. I've liked you ever since I laid eyes on you. I would have asked you out sooner, but I was with Olivia and well.. We all know how that worked out. Anyways, I've never wanted anything more than this right now.." 

Brandon trails off and leans down even closer to me and whispers, "Do you want to.. umm.. yeah?"

I look up at him and with as much force I can muster (when I'm pissed it's a LOT) and I somehow manage to push him off of me and gave him a piece of my mind.

"Listen, Brandon. I like you too. I like you a lot, actually. You have no idea. I liked you when I saw you when I was taking a tour of the school. As much as I would "love" to have sex with you, no. That's not happening. For starters, we are in the back of your car. Secondly, I don't want to have sex for a very long time. Believe it or not, I have had sex and someone is holding that over my head, so no. Just please-- you know what, I'm walking home."

I walk out of the car, and he doesn't follow me; he just sits there. I make my way towards the road and I walk into town. I look back behind me every so often to see if he is following me either on foot or in his car and nothing. I mean, I don't blame him, but if he did actually like me wouldn't he be following me saying sorry a thousand and two times? I don't even care anymore. Brandon is just like every guy ever. All they want is sex. That is all they want and they expect girls to just give their vagina over and it's gross and disgusting. 

About twenty minutes into my walk, I realize that I am seriously lost. I tried calling Ryan at the ten minute mark, but she didn't answer. I would call Phil, but he doesn't give a fuck about me.. Unfortunately. I'd call Grandma, but she doesn't have a phone and the land line is absolute shit. You know, you would think that even after me storming off, Brandon would at least send me a text, but nope. Nada. Nothing what so fucking ever. I give up, if he wants to be a total ass hat to me, okay. I can deal with that, but he will end up hearing an ear full of it on Monday if he tries to apologize and yet he didn't try to fix the situation as it was happening. 

*Oh, well imagine as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor*

And that would be Ryan calling me.

"OHMYGOSHWHEREAREYOUWHATSTHEMATTERWHOSDICKDOINEEDTOCHOPOFF????!!!!?!?!?!!?" 

"Okay, for starters, Ryan CALM YO SELF!!!!! Secondly, I have no idea where I am. Brandon asked if we could have sex as we were making out in the back of his car and I yelled at him because of it and I stormed off to Nowherevill, USA; population me. He hasn't tried to text or call me and he didn't try to come after me either. When I left the car, he just looked at me. For a while I looked back hoping that he was going to be behind me yelling my name but NOOOO. Brandon is an ass, I tell ya."

"Oh my gosh. You poor thing. Do you have your location on?"

"I think, why?"

"Because I am going to come and pick you up from wherever and in the hell you are and then we are going to find the closest 31 Flavors (Baskin Robins) and eat all of the cotton candy ice cream possible."

"Okay, I'll send you a text with my location attached to it."

"Promise you won't move from that spot? Do you have your pepper spray just in case?"

"Yes, Ryan. I have my pepper spray incase some creep tries to get into my pants and I promise I won't move. Happy?" 

"Very. I love you."

"Love you too. Gosh, your worse than a mother.. or an evil step father."

"I know. Okay text me with your location and I will be there as soon as possible."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Like I said, she can be worse than a mother. I guess that's her job as a best friend though. She is supposed to be loving and caring and just make sure that I am happy. Well, right now I'm not because of Brandon and everything. I text Ryan with my location and she says that she will be here as soon as possible and that I NEED to stay put. I love her though. She is fantastic. Or frantastic (for those of you who get this, I applaud you).