Nothing Else Matters by Leslie Dubois Read Free Book Online Page B

I thought sure she could see my heart through my flesh.
      We both crawled into the back seat and continued a ravenous exploration of each other's bodies. I felt a small tinge of guilt that my first time with her would be in the backseat of my Mustang. She was special. I should have made this special for her. But at that moment I just wanted her so much, nothing would stop me. Nothing except …
      "What the hell is this?" Reyna said suddenly while I was unbuttoning my khakis. I looked up and found her holding a pair of panties between two fingers. Panties that weren't hers.
      "Um ... I ... I guess ... " I stuttered.
      Reyna pushed me away. "I can't believe I was going to do this. I can't do this. What was I thinking?" She mumbled to herself while she scrambled around the car looking for her shirt.
      "Reyna, wait, please. I -"
      "I can't believe I was about to let myself become another one of Scott Kincaid's ‘trophies'," she said, pulling her shirt over her head.
      "It's not like that, I swear. It's different with you. I love you," I pleaded. I felt like my world was crashing in on me. I had to have her.
      "He has a girlfriend. What was I thinking? I can't be the other woman." Reyna spoke as though I wasn't even there anymore. Like she only had to convince herself. She didn't even hear that I had professed my love for her.
      I knew I had no chance of convincing her to stay. How could she believe how much I loved her when she just found another woman's underwear in my car? And she was right. I did have a girlfriend. A girlfriend that meant nothing to me, but still a girlfriend. I closed my eyes and tried to control the urges raging inside of me. Reyna had every right to be upset. I knew I needed to give her time to cool off. So, I didn't protest when she hopped out of the car, slammed the door, and then stormed into her house.
    ***
      Reyna ran upstairs to her room. After slamming her door shut, she leaned against it and slid down to the floor. She wouldn't cry. She refused to cry. She didn't want to be one of those girls that cried over boys. She was better than that. Stronger than that.
    She was so disappointed in herself. She let herself fall for Scott's charms. Just like countless other girls at Charleston Prep and surrounding public and private schools. But was it really her fault. Scott didn't have the reputation of a ladies' man for nothing. He looked like a teenage Matthew McConaughey and he was such a good kisser she felt weak just thinking it.
      She would never tell him this but he was perfect in every way, shape, and form. Just perfect, from his head full of golden shaggy hair to his sexy sculpted calf muscles. Sometimes when he smiled his debonair sly grin, Reyna just wanted to run her tongue along his beautifully pristine white teeth. But that was all physical. The best part about him was his personality. His colorful, sometimes plain silly, word combinations could have her laughing for days. She'd never forget the time when he told her Sam's feet were smellier than a skunk on ex-lax. He always made her happy. But he made everyone happy. That would be his downfall one day. He would never be able to please everyone.
      Reyna got off the floor and threw herself onto her bed. Why was she so upset about this? So, she'd fallen for her best friend. Big deal. Well, it was kind of a big deal. This wasn't just any best friend. This was Scott Kincaid, the sports phenomenon that as a junior in high school had an article in Sports Illustrated. Now as a senior, he had nearly every scout in the country looking at him. He was destined to be a star. Where would she fit in to all of that?
      She was reading too much into this. It was just a make-out session in the back of his Mustang. Judging from the dirty underwear in his backseat, he'd probably done the exact same thing with dozens of girls. She wasn't any different. And she couldn't really blame herself for falling for it. He was a pro.
      Besides