My First Time

Ch.7

Alexa’s Pov

"Oh my god, who are you?" A girl wearing nothing but a long shirt yells, nearly dropping the glass she was holding.

"Who are you?" I snap back, "I live here."

"What? No, you don't!" She protests, gulping down her water. "Akila told me he lived alone. Not with some ugly brunette."

Ah, she must be one of his flings. I had a feeling I heard a woman's voice last night, but I thought it was just a dream. I went to bed early after that kiss yesterday, so he must have gone out to pick her up and brought her back to his place.

Gross. Thank goodness I didn’t hear any moaning, though.

"Well, he doesn’t. I live here now," I say, pushing her aside and pouring myself some cereal.

"Why should I believe you?" She challenges loudly, crossing her arms over her rather ample chest. Yeah, she’s probably his type.

"What is this noise so early in the morning?" Akila's annoyed voice cuts through the silence as he strolls into the kitchen, very shirtless, his hair a mess and rubbing his eyes, clearly just out of bed.

Abs galore. How is it possible that he still looks so good right after waking up? That's just not fair.

"Ask your girlfriend," I reply while munching on my cereal.

He glances at her, letting out a sigh. "Listen, uh, Sandra-"

"It's Cindy, you jerk!" she yells, and I have to cover my ears because her voice is piercing and grating.

I can't help but chuckle at the fact that he doesn't even know her name. What a jerk indeed.

"Whatever. Look, I had a good time last night, but I told you to leave before I woke up," he says with a disinterested look.

"What?" she screams, clearly offended. "A girl can't even have some breakfast first? Oh my god, I am so warning other girls about you!"

I could really use some ear plugs right now.

"They already know, sweetheart," he says with a menacing wink. "And they still want a piece of me, just like you did."

She scoffs, realizing he has a valid point. "Just because you have a big d**k doesn’t give you the right to treat girls like trash."

TMI, much?

"Whatever," he sighs, striding to his bedroom and quickly returning with clothes in hand, which he hands to her. "Here. You can leave now."

She growls like a dog but remains silent, storming off like a spoiled child, still wearing only the shirt.

Talk about a walk of shame.

"Morning!" I chirp, suppressing a laugh. If the girl hadn’t been such a brat to me, I might actually feel sorry for her.

He rolls his eyes and says, "I just can't escape you, can I?"

"We do live together," I reply matter-of-factly as I stand up to rinse my bowl. "Did you have a good night?"

"That's none of your business."

I shrug and snort, "Sorry. I was just asking. I did have a good night, though. I dreamt about a dog that could talk. I know it sounds strange, but I really wish it were true. Can you imagine-"

"Oh my f**k! I don't care!" He groans loudly, rubbing his hand down his face. I find it amusing to annoy him. It's quite fun.

"Uni starts tomorrow, do you need a ride?" he inquired as I settled onto the sofa and glanced his way. I shook my head.

"Nope, Essel is giving me a lift." He nodded in response.

"I will never ask you for anything, you know that," he said. I turned my head to look at him, but his gaze was focused elsewhere. I decided to disregard him.

"By the way, my brother isn’t good for Essel," he added, prompting a sigh from me.

"Jealous?" he scoffed, shaking his head.

"She’s not worth my jealousy," he muttered, and I frowned.

"Mind your words." He shrugged and continued with what he was about to say.

"He’s trouble, worse than I am." I smirked.

"I’m glad I don’t know him then," I concluded, which earned me a smile.

"You will recognize him; he’s attending university."

We were engaged in a genuine conversation, one that lacked insults. Well, there were just a few insults.

I decided to go to bed for a quick nap at 10 O’clock, completely unaware of what Akila had been up to the entire time.

~.~

"Pumpkin!" Akila shouted while banging on my door. I groaned, turning over and burying my face in the pillow. The next thing I knew, the bed beside me sank under someone’s weight. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from the pillows. I cursed and turned to strike my assailant, but my wrist was caught in a strong grip.

"I don’t think so, Alex," Akila said, his gaze roaming over me in my boxers and t-shirt. I would have retaliated if I could use my hand.

Instead, I yanked my hand free from his hold and got up, grabbing my clothes and underwear to head to the bathroom.

When I came back, Akila had vanished, and my phone was ringing.

"Essel, I honestly have no idea why I continue to go grocery shopping with you," I mutter as I push my cart away from her.

She keeps tossing all sorts of candy into it, insisting they're divine. This is her usual behavior.

"Come on, Alexa, are you on some kind of diet?" she inquires.

I roll my eyes. "No. But that doesn’t mean I should be buying 500 different candies, so please stop it."

"That’s precisely what it means," she counters, glancing at some cereal. "It’s not like you ever put on weight."

I grab some fruits and toss them in. "Hush. Let’s just shop like responsible adults, alright?"

"Fine, Grumpy Alex," she pouts playfully, and I can’t help but chuckle. "So, what else do you need?"

I check my list. "Bread, milk, some meat, eggs, veggies, pasta, and a few snacks. Yeah, I think that’s all I’m getting for now."

She shrugs. "Okay. I pretty much have the same, except snacks are at the top of my list."

I chuckle at her. We continue with our very responsible shopping, and after what seems like an eternity, we finally reach the checkout and start paying.

"Uh, hi" I turn to see the person who had been tapping my shoulder. "I'm Winner."

I wave a bit awkwardly. "Hey. I'm Alexa."

"Sorry to interrupt you," she begins, looking a bit shy. "But I noticed you live at house 4, and I do too, and my ride left me hanging. I was wondering if I could get a lift with you."

"Of course," I reply with a reassuring smile. "I'll check with my friend; it's her car."

"Thank you," she beams back at me.

"Hey, Essel," I call out to her since she’s preoccupied with the cashier. "Do you think we could give Winnie a ride?"

"Who’s Winner?"

I gesture to the girl behind me. "Her. She lives at House 4."

Essel shrugs, "Alright."

We complete our payment and carry our plastic bags to Essel's car before we all get in.