SINFUL CONFUSION

WILLOW'S POV 

Why did he do that? Why did my body react to everything he did? Honestly, I was crying because of what he was doing to me because Dad told me when I was a kid that I should never let a boy touch me in places he shouldn't. I thought that he'd force me if I didn't.....comply. I was also crying because it was.....overwhelming and I couldn't take it anymore.  

I've never felt that way before. I do know that it's forbidden. A sinful act. I thought he wouldn't stop. I felt hot in places I never knew could. 

I'm so confused right now. This is just the first day of school. I sighed out loud. He pulled over in front of the location I gave him. 

The silence in the car made it hard for me to move. I felt like if I moved, I'm more likely to bring attention to myself.  

I glanced at him. "I.....I'll go now," I said. I quickly opened the door and got out. I shut the door and rushed into the house. 

Mom stood close to the window. She looked at me with a wide smile. I looked at her, confused. "Who's the guy with the blue Ferrari?" She squealed. I looked at the window. I gulped. Should I tell her what just happened?

No! She'll definitely freak out. What should I do? No, I won't tell her. I can't believe I'm keeping something from my mother for the first time in my life. 

Ever since I was a kid, I've never once lied to my mother. "Tell me already," she said eagerly.  

"I accidentally took his tablet, and he needed it. I went to give it to him, and he decided to bring me home," I lied. Oh no. Why did I say that? Where did that come from? 

It felt like I just hid a bomb under my pillow. Her face fell in disappointment. "Oh, okay," she replied.  "Have you eaten?" She asked.  I nodded my head with a hum. "How was your first day of school?" She asked.  

I don't know, but his face flashed right in front of me. I shook my head and smiled at her. "It was....Good," I replied. 

"Did you make any friends," she asked. I nodded. She grinned. My mom had always wanted me to have active friends. She said my dad spoiled me too much that I'm so naive. 

"Yeah. I made friends with girls named Kimberly and Jenny," I smiled innocently. She furrowed her brows in confusion.  

"Kimberly? Are you guys friends?" She asked. I nodded confusedly. Does she know her? "That's my boss's daughter." She chuckled.  

My eyes widened in shock. "What?" I mumbled. I fiddled with my hair. She sighed. 

"The Blackwood? The Japanese woman I told you about?" She said.  No wonder Kim are Ian are mixed-race.  I could tell from their skin colour and eyes. "The owner of the school?" She asked. 

That was explained this morning at the assembly.  Is that why everyone was waiting for him to show up?

"Oh," I mumbled. She walked up to me and held my hands. 

"Did you meet Ian?" She asked. The flash of what happened in his car earlier flashed through my eyes. I looked away from her nervously. "You know," her tone was so low. "Mrs Aya always wanted him to get to know you. You were only little when you met her. But....I don't think Ian is the right guy for you. I like him, but he's not such a good influence on any girl," she said with a sad smile. 

Mom was the third person telling me this. I think I should take this seriously. I mean, now that he's gotten his shirt back. I don't think there's anything that'll make us cross paths again. 

"But I'm really happy that Kim is good to you. At least she could take you out to parties," she grinned.  I shook my head with my eyes widened. Am I that soft? "Open up a little," she encouraged. I looked down at my feet. "You need some rest for tomorrow," she said.  

I nodded my head. She let go of my hand and headed straight to her room.  I sighed. I headed straight to mine, too. I sat on the bed, trying to process everything that had just happened today.  

It's funny to say most of my time today was with him. A smile formed its way to my face. Oh, Willow. Why are you smiling like that? He's dangerous, remember?

I have to always keep that in mind. But in a way, I'm actually curious about the things he was doing to me. Why did I feel so hot down.....there? I bite my lips. Was my body feeling like I had been electrocuted?

I don't know why I'm saying this, but to be sincere to myself, I want to feel that way again. I'm not going to, though. I'm going to control myself. Temptation is bad, and I don't want to sin against God anymore. I've already told a lie to my Mom, and it is a sin. 

I need to stop. It should be the last time I ever lie to her. It ends here. I stood up and stripped off my dress. I walked towards my bathroom. Coming across the mirror, I noticed something on my neck. Red. 

Did he bruise me? He definitely injured me. Goodness. I hope Mom didn't notice. I started counting them all.  They were all over my neck and chest. 

I quickly rushed to my drawer and pulled out an ornament. I applied it to my skin. I have sensitive skin that shouldn't be tampered with. Mom always says I shouldn't get an injury.  

I went straight to bed after cleaning and dressing myself right. I can't afford to come across Ian Blackwood again. I wasn't myself when he was close to me, and I don't really know why. 

I shut my eyes and tried to forget everything that had happened today. Tomorrow, maybe he wouldn't even remember my face anymore.  

IAN'S POV 

Fuck! Why wouldn't she let me have it? She was supposed to be like others. When I thought she wasn't the chasing type. I wanted to get her fucking wet for me, but I guess she's not gonna let go that easy. 

I was fuming right in front of my friends. They stared at me like they were afraid that if they talked, I could fucking lash out instantly. 

"You cool?" Yeah, the one that has the fucking mind to ask me, Daniel. Oh, but he could fucking guess what's wrong. That guy could sense anyone's body language.  

I sipped from the vodka and sighed in relief. I closed my eyes while they watched me.  "I'm fine," I replied.  

"I'm not gonna ask what happened," Raven replied.  

"You know what? Let's talk about Willow Fletcher. Now, who wants to fuck her?" Daniel asked. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started checking my messages, even though I didn't have any. 

"I don't like virgins," Raven replied. 

"Too innocent," Noah replied.  

Daniel looked at me. "She couldn't go crazy for Ian Blackwood," he mocked with a smirk as he stared at me. 

He's trying to get a reaction from me, but I won't give him that chance. Noah and Raven both looked at me. 

"Isn't that bothering you at all?" Daniel pressured. I clenched my teeth, trying not to reply to this idiot. "Usually, they come chasing you....but not her, right?" He was getting on my nerves.

"I don't care. If I want her all over me, I could," I replied.  I fixed my glasses. 

He sighed in satisfaction. He leaned up. "Okay, let's make a dare. Make that little thing fall hard for you," he said. We all looked at him. 

He was challenging me again. I shrugged nonchalantly. "Deal," I replied.  

"What do I get if you lose?" He grinned. 

"Anything you want," I replied.  

WILLOW'S POV 

I headed towards the kitchen, all dressed in my uniform. I left my hair to fall on my back, my fringe covering my face. I could perceive the smell of pancakes and pineapple juice.  

I rushed into the kitchen.  I placed my bag on the table. "Good morning, Mom," I said. She placed a plate of pancakes with maple syrup and pineapple juice on the table. 

She walked over to me and kissed my head. "I'm gonna be late for work, baby. Eat up and catch up with the bus," she said hurriedly before grabbing her bag and rushing out. 

I dug into the breakfast. I moaned in delight. Mom has always been known for making great food. She takes her time to cook, and I'm guessing that's why she's late. 

After I was done eating, I cleaned the kitchen. I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the house. I sighed when I realised that I had to walk down to the bus station.  I held my bag hand and started walking. 

I looked at my phone to see that I'm getting late. Mom! Now I'm late and I'm not even halfway to the bus station. 

I sighed. I heard the sound of a car. I looked to my right to see......him. My heart skipped a beat. 

"Get in," he ordered. I stared at his stern face. I shouldn't be getting into his car. I mean, I wanted last night to be the last encounter.  

"Don't bother. I'm almost at the bus stop-" he cuts me off instantly. 

"I said you should fucking get in." He repeated calmly. "Or I'll get you in myself," he said. I fiddled with my fingers. I gulped.  After this. 

I got into the car immediately. He sped off. The sound of the engine almost made me gave me a heart attack.  

The car ride was silent. I think it was better this way. I held the hem of my skirt nervously. I bit my lips. I stared out of the window. I looked at the time on my phone. Goodness, we just missed assembly.  

"Is that your phone?" He uttered. I instantly look up at him. His eyes remained on the road.  

I looked at my phone and then up at him. "Yes," I replied. He sighed, somewhat disappointed.  

He didn't say much. He only kept giving me glances. Sometimes, he'll look at my shoes or bags. I know they are worn out. Mom could easily get me new pairs, but I don't want to bother her. She's done so much for me. 

Looking at him now, I could see the Asian eyes and tanned skin, sharp jawline, and pointed nose. But the rest of the features are just like we Americans. Mom said his Mom is Japanese.  

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he spoke so lowly. My eyes widened, and I instantly looked away. "About last night-" I cut him off.

"I forgive you," I replied. He frowned at me. He drove the car to the side of the road. 

"What?" He asked. I gulped when he was now facing me. I can't look at him. 

His hand leaned closer to my hair, stroking it gently. I looked at my lap.

"I don't regret one fucking thing I did to you last night," he said. I instantly looked up at him. He scooted closer to me. "I could do it all over again," he added. I gulped. 

"Wh-why?" I stuttered. I bit my lips. He followed my movement. 

He held my chin roughly. "'Cause I'm into you and I want you to be mine," he said. I'm utterly confused. What is he going on about?

"What does that mean? I don't get it," I replied. He said all this with all seriousness. I'm not sure I've seen him smile before or even joke. How can I be his? I'm not a property or a thing.  I think he's confused too. 

"It means I'd like to get to know you on a more personal level, very......" He leaned closer to my ear. "Personally," he said. I don't know why that sent shivers down my spine. "Can I?" He asked. 

Is he asking to be friends with me? From my perspective, that's how it sounds. I don't think there's anything bad about making friends with him. 

I looked at him. He raised a brow as he waited for my answer. I sighed with my eyes closed. "Okay, I'll be your friend," I replied. I don't know why,  but his face fell instantly. Weird.