Wrong number, I told Derrick who looked at me with a raised brow. He was heavily built but still aspired to acquire more abs. He had a subtle beard growth around his plump pink lips and his eyes were large. At first, they reminded me of someplace I wanted to get lost in, now they just reminded me of the Power Puff Girls.

He nodded and I walked into his house. My nightgown, the one he insisted I wear felt too transparent tonight. Not that he had never seen me naked, I just did not want to be naked at this time. My arms were also exposed but Derrick never bothered to ask about the lines. Sometimes I appreciated that.

I climbed unto his bed and curled into a ball, grateful for the fact that I got no message today. Maybe I could sleep well today, maybe I could dream of beautiful things. Suddenly, I felt hands slowly slide up my thigh and lips began to caress my neck. My back was to turned him, therefore he could not see the terrified look I had on. I did not want this, I did not want to be put in this situation. I was not turned on or anything, instead my heart beat tripled as his hands proceeded up.

"Stop," I pushed and turned around. He was startled.

"What do you mean stop?" He tried to kiss my face this time but I pushed him again. A frown marred his gorgeous forehead and I was reminded of the time all I wanted to do was kiss it.

"I had a long day," I lied.

He snorted. "You had a long day?"

Slowly I sat up as he got off the bed. I felt cold, from the annoyed stare he gave to me. "I'm sorry," I said. "We could cuddle?" I displayed my best sincere smile and he sighed.

He climbed back unto his large bed which he got in a few months into dating for the purpose of Us, as he had said. I felt glad as he put his hands around me, I felt safe and slowly drifted to sleep. It was like nothing could get to me with my boyfriend being my protector. My prince charming. But, again, I felt hands go up my nightgown.

This time I smacked his hands off. "Derrick I said stop."

"You know what?" He angrily got off the bed and walked to his makeshift wardrobe—A long stick nailed to wall behind the door where his clothes were hung. It was a one room apartment so toilet, bathroom, kitchen and bedroom were all conjoined. "This is the reason why other girls are appealing."

"W-what? What do you mean?" I sat up and hugged myself, since I was myopic and my glasses were off my face, I could not see much of him.

"I don't know why you're being so hard to get, you can't even fuck well." He wore a gray T-shirt and a jean that I assumed was as dirty as it looked.

"W-what?" I still asked.

"Go to fucking sleep nerd." That's all he said as he barged out of his room and I was left in confusion. I had a feeling I knew where he was headed, but not who. He had lots of people who would give him what he wanted. I should have been used to it, but the memories of the best days flooded back. I curled back into a ball with the pillow as my best buddy tonight instead of my regular steel and let my tears take me to sleep.