Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 13

JESS

As we pulled into the parking lot, the neon sign above the trendy. bistro seemed to pulse, drawing me in like a moth to flame. Bryan's eyes locked onto mine. I felt his fingers wrap around mine as he helped me out of the truck. The summer air was warm, but I had chills. I was surprised at how easily we could talk-about school, about football, and how I knew nothing about it. He was charming.

"You barely touched your food," Bryan pointed out as I played with my pasta. Is there something wrong with it? You order anything else?"Bryan was worried I didn't like it, but the truth was, I was so nervous my stomach was in a knot.

"No. It's great." I assured him, and he took my hand across the table. "How about we get some wine?"Bryan asked, and I was a little shocked. I expect alcohol at parties, but he knows I'm underage, and he's still offering?

I nodded because, fuck. I needed alcohol. Tonight could be the night, and I was nervous.

It didn't take long for the wine to kick in, and I felt warm and fuzzy all over. Bryan's stories started becoming more hilarious by the second, and I lost count of how many times he refilled my glass.

When he wanted to pour another, I placed my hand on top of my

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glass. I think I've reached my quota." I said half-heartedly. My mind was now fuzzy.

"Come on, Jess. Live a little." Bryan pressed and took my hand away before pouring. Then I realized he hadn't had any wine the entire night.

""Where's yours?"I asked, my words slurring a little.

remember," Bryan beamed back

his arm around my shoulders. "You are

was sweet, but his face said something else. My blood ran a little

in the moonlight. "Just for a

get out. I need to get..." I tried to go for the door handle, but Bryan yanked me away and pulled over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. It was really dark outside, and I thought I had seen a nature reserve sign a few miles back. "Please take me home," I pleaded,

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and forced

someone take my V

I needed to get out

in blood. Bryan slapped me and I was dazed for a second while he assessed the damage I

my seatbelt and got out of

to get away from Bryan. I had to get help. I reached for my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed

had anything to drink. I'm a minor, and I'm drunk. My parents would kill me, so I hung up

please answer," I whispered, tears streaming down my

but my hope began to fade as I listened to the voicemail message for the

phone went straight to

one was answering. No one