Be truthful

I also didn't want to keep this big of a secret from someone that I wanted to be more than just friends with, even more than friends with benefits too.

"Well I'm not a virgin anymore."

Annie who had moved right in on me, stayed still. She looked at me, as if she was waiting for a punchline, waiting for me to tell her I was joking.

"You're kidding..."

"I'm not."

Annie tried not to look stunned but I knew she was by the gobsmacked expression on her face.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked her.

Annie didn't hold back, "Well it's you Leo, of course it's hard to grasp."

I don't know how she meant that to come out but the whole sexual tension in the moment started to fall apart. Letting go of her legs, I felt frustration inside me.

"Right. Me. Just a loser nerd that couldn't ever get laid, that makes sense..."

"That's not what I meant!" she cut me off, dropping her legs back down.

"Oh really? Then what did you mean?"

She felt under pressure, understanding how her words had upset me. But she wasn't great at clearing it up, bumbling with her words, something I hadn't seen her do before, "Look... I just... I didn't mean it like that, I... I just mean it's different with you and um... you're not like the other guys..."

I don't know what had gotten into me but hearing her bring up other guys just set me off, thinking about the jerks I had to deal with at school, the same sorts of guys that Annie would hook up with without even thinking.

"Yeah I'm not like them, I'm not a fucking asshole like them," I muttered back, "I would never talk behind your backs or brag like others... but you don't see any of that, you're too blind to it, being okay with hooking up with idiots like Henry Foley."

"Hey! What I do with other guys is none of your business!" she hit back, getting out of the chair.

Annie could tell I wasn't going to let her explain herself. She shook her head, fixing up her skirt as she headed for the bedroom door. The blonde stopped before leaving, turning to say something to me.

I looked up at her to see her mouth open, about to speak. But instead, she just let out a huff and left my room, closing the door on me.

Whether this was my fault or hers, I wasn't at a point to blame myself. I was taking the victim-mentality as I sat there steaming. There was anger rising through my blood as I lashed out, getting up and smashing my bed with my right fist.

The soft material of the mattress copped it as I thoroughly beat it with my fist. I let out my rage like I hadn't done before.

It was everything catching up to me.

I didn't want to be seen as that loser anymore. Was I being precious? Was it not fair that I was wanted to be treated like a normal every day guy that could get with girls and not be such a shock to everyone.