Genuine

Nothing will come of this, I reminded myself as I followed him through the crowded dance floor. I knew how this went. Every time was the same. I follow a guy thinking he is actually interested in me and end up vomiting in a bathroom stall three months later and praying I'm not pregnant. Luckily, I haven't been. Well, I took the pill before it could happen. I felt in my purse to make sure I had one. I've decided that if I'm going to be someone's toy, I might aw well be equipped.

He guided me outside of the stadium and backstage. I'm not a nervous person but goosebumps erupted in patches on my cheeks and forearms. I'd barely seen his face when he plucked me out of the crowd. I'd gotten the basics and I replayed them in my mind. He was darker than most men I'm attracted to with long dark hair. I remembered his eyes the best. They were dark like mine but they had a certain shimmer that I couldn't stop thinking about. We passed people kissing and a bouncer handing out condoms. My heart kicked my throat. Was I about to go to an orgy?

Emotionless, he passed them without a glance. We got to another door and he pushed it open. The November air gripped my dress. I shivered. He escorted me across the parking lot to a car. He took his jacket off and draped it around my shoulders before opening the door for me.

"You don't want to sleep with me?" I asked.

I must have sounded like a fool.

"I think you're beautiful," he said, "But I can tell you aren't twenty-one. Call me when you are."

I rolled my eyes and got in the car. What a jerk.