Beauty's Virgin

Don't catch feelings

I got home quite late that day, but thankfully my parents seemed to trust me enough. So I was pretty much safe. But my sister's eyes were preying on me the entire night. She knew something was up.

I paid no attention to her cold stares and retreated to my room as always. But as always my sister walked in unannounced and had a fat lot to say.

"So you actually took my advice and joined the Pretty Boy Club", she muttered in a loud voice.

"Ssshhh, can you be any louder honestly? I'm not an official member okay. And I didn't go join them, they approached me", I bravely told her.

"Well however it happened doesn't really matter. The fact is you're an official Pretty Boy, and I was right as always", she said.

My response to my sister was pulling my face as always to show her I wasn't interested in what she had to say.

But I did ask her, "how the hell did you figure it out so quickly".

She turned away towards the door, snapping her fingers and said, "Dave and I used to vibe a while back before he joined that silly little boy's club. Plus I recognised you inside of Dave's car as it was speeding past in town.

I always know Dave's car from a mile away from making a couple of miles in it till we both reached our destination".

I pulled my face again once I got the picture of what she meant, and told her "get out". But of course my sister had to give her last say.

"If you think you won't catch feelings bro, you'll just play yourself in this crazy game", she advised me. She soon walked out of the room.

I sat there and thought to myself, "feelings are so hard to control, and mine are the worst".

The next day...

After school, I had plans of heading to my secret spot. But the moment I got out of classroom, Dave was outside waiting for me.

I guess the job of a pretty boy never rests, because I had no idea Dave had planned to start my first tour of the Pretty Boy lifestyle today.

I walked up to his car, and he was laying besides the passenger door with his arms folded and with shades on.

You know, a normal person would have greeted you with a good afternoon or something along those lines, but what Dave said felt highly offensive.

"So how's your sister", he asked me. Well that was a little rude I'd have to admit, and Dave wasn't letting up with his questions.

"So does she talk about me, or still wears that hoodie I gave her when she's out with her new dude", he asked me.

I don't know what got to me the most, the smirk on Dave's face, or the fact that particular hoodie he was talking about was the one my sister gave me for my birthday. So I've basically been wearing some other guy's hoodie. My sister's ex better yet.

"Her and I need to have a serious talk later", I told myself.

Dave could tell by face pulling, that I wasn't feeling in any right mood to answer any of his questions. So he finally let it go.

"Anyways let me introduce you to someone, this is Stella", Dave pointed inside the passenger side of his car. If you asked me to describe Stella with only fruits, I'd only needed peaches and cherries, because she was a real site.

She seemed really nice, but a little too nice to be hanging around with such a guy. But maybe she was digging his obvious vibe.

Something felt a little unsettling with this whole meet up. "Was this the test", I asked myself.

Dave told me, "jump into the car, we're going for a drive"

"All of us", I asked in a confused voice.

"No, your sister and your mother actually. Duh all of us kid", Dave harshly responded.

I chose not to catch a pain when he said that and jumped into the backseat.

We drove off to the ice cream spot a few blocks up, and parked in front.

"What you having", Dave asked Stella.

"You know what I liked ", she replied with a cheery voice. "And you kid", he asked me while looking at the rear view mirror. "Uhm, what's on the table", I asked him. Stella seemed to like that response as she started to chuckle. Dave laughed, but it was more of an annoyed laugh. "You look like the chocolate type, if that's the case Stella can give you exactly that"; Dave said.

Stella gave a little laugh, with a little cute blush. By the looks of it Dave was setting up the ball for me to score. But I was too busy thinking if this was still the test. He got out of the car to get the ice creams, leaving Stella and I alone. Before he completely left, he stuck his head by my window and said to me, "don't disappoint me kid".

I really didn't understand what he meant, or maybe I didn't want it to be what it really was. But let's be honest, you can read the situation from a mile away. Stella looked slightly older than me. An innocent face with a naughty personality beneath the surface by the look in her eyes.

And I really didn't know how to make conversation with her, so I started off with basic questions.

"How are you, what do you for a living, what's your favourite colour", sort of questions.

Don't judge me. I'm not the wooing type, so go easy on me.

But despite my basic nature, Stella seemed to be digging the vibe. So much so things were getting deep. I said a few bars that my dad always talk about when he's telling us old stories about when used to be dating my mom.

"I'd give your body a figure, but I don't think I can count that high. Plus you're looking out of the normal range of ordinary, so you're really extraordinary girl", were the few bars I was using. I knew they weren't the best ones out there, but they seemed to be really working. And I was feeling really cocky in that moment. But it was only in that moment, till Dave came back to kill the vibe.

We drove off, and were eating our ice cream along the way.

We dropped off Stella at her place, and Dave accompanied her to the front door. I could tell their small talk was about me, by the amount of times they were looking my way inside of the car.

Dave gave Stella a hug and came back. He dropped me off back at my place, and gave me the details.

"So Stella said you're kinda cute in an awkward shy way. Not the way I would have done it, but not bad for a first try kid", he told me.

I asked him, "so I guess that was the test".

Dave laughed, afterwards saying, "don't think it's that easy to be part of the pack. No,the real test is Stella".

"What do you mean ", I asked him.

"I want you to vibe with Stella a bit. Let her feel some type of way, then when you get to the c****x call it off", he instructed me.

"That's a little harsh isn't it", I said with a concerned voice.

"That's just the way things are kid", he replied. Afterwards he let me out of his car, and told me, "you have one week. Don't disappoint".

"Wait what", I asked him before he drove off leaving me in the dust.

"A week just to do all that, damn what a test", I thought to myself.