Derrick has been kind of off these past few weeks, I don't know what gives though? 

I think he is still upset I wouldn't give it up for him. Like sorry I don't believe in doing something with someone I am not one hundred percent comfortable with.

One minute we're fine and the next he seems distant. He did say we are going out this Saturday though which is exciting. He said its some fancy restaurant. I even bought a new dress for it. 

It's currently Thursday after school Noah and I are laying  in my bed working on our project. He's got his back against the head board and his legs are sprawled out in front of him. He's wearing a blue t shirt and gray sweats. 

I am laying on my stomach facing towards the head board with my computer in front of me. I decided to dress comfy too, in a grey pull over and black cotton shorts. 

The only thing playing in my mind was Derricks reaction to my being a virgin. Is it that bad that I waited, am still waiting? I mean I don't feel comfortable with doing it with some rando. And I didn't comfortable doing it with him. 

"Whats on your mind Bails?" Noah asks shutting his laptop. I realize I've just been staring at the screen not doing anything.

I sigh closing my laptop, "You'll make fun of me." Or worse make me feel bad like Derrick did.

Her furrows his brows and sits up straighter, "No I won't. What's wrong."

I take in a deep breath sitting up and crossing my legs, facing him. 

"I-this is embarrassing." He shakes his head and scoots closer to me, crossing his legs. Now we are directly facing each other. 

"What ever it is I won't make fun of you. I think you forget I was there when you cut your own bangs. 

I wince at the memory as he laughs.

"Ok ok." I say and he sobers up.

"Is it bad that I am a virgin?" I ask super fast and close my eyes. I wait for him to laugh at me but he doesnt. 

I feel his hand tilt my chin upwards, "Open your eyes." he says and I do. 

The look on his face has not even a trace of humor.

"Did Derrick try something?" he asks studying me and I shake my head no. 

"No he didn't he just hinted I guess that it was weird that I was 18 and still a virgin." 

He lets go of my chin, "Bails there's nothing wrong with that. It's not weird that you choose to wait, it is your body." he emphasizes. One of the things I have always loved about Noah is his ability to make me feel better.

I nod my head and he continues, "He shouldn't make you second guess the choices you choose to make regarding what you do with your body remember that. If he can't wait that's his problem he can fuck off." I laugh at that. 

"Because if he truly likes you and wants to be with you then he'll wait as long as you need." I smile and pull him into a hug. 

"You always know the right thing to say." I mumble into his neck. 

He hugs me closer to him. After a while we break apart and get back to our work now that my mind is clearer. 

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It's officially Saturday. I took a shower and shaved. I put on my vanilla body lotion and wrap my body in a towel before heading into my room. I sit on my bed waiting for my straightener to heat up.

Me: What time should I be ready?

Derrick❤️: Can we meet there? I might be a few minutes late...sry :(

Me: Sure see you soon 

Thats weird he always picks me up. I brush it off as I go back into the bathroom, I straighten my hair and put mascara on my lashes, before applying some lip gloss to my lips. I put on a black lace thongs and matching bra before slipping on my black body con dress. I slip on my open toed black heels and grab my purse. 

I head down stairs where Brady is sitting on the couch getting dressed. Dads out of town so he's the only one who can possibly give me a ride. 

"Hey can you drop me off before going wherever you're going?" I ask and he nods. 

"Yeah sure he's not picking you up?" he asks suspiciously.

I fiddle with the bottom of the dress, "No he said he'd be a few minutes late."

"Hmm" Brady replies and we head out and get into his car. He drops me off at the restaurant before heading to Chelsea's. 

I walk into the restaurant and tell them about our reservation. I sit at a table for two. 

The waiter comes by and I tell her I'm waiting on someone. 

A few minutes go by and I check my phone. No new messages from Derrick. 

After about fifteen minutes I text him

Me: Hey what time do you think you'll be here?

I sit and wait for a reply. About 10 minutes later I get a text. 

Derrick❤️: I am not coming

I furrow my brows and text back.

Me: Why did something happen?

I hope everything's ok. 

My phones goes off again and I read the message, tears form in my eyes. 

Derrick❤️: Look I'll be honest I only went out with you because Chelsea betted I couldn't get you into bed. I took it because well I thought it'd be easy, but clearly it's never going to happen. See you around school I guess. 

I sit there staring at my phone. A lone tear falls from my eye. It's not even the fact that he wants to breakup that hurts. I was a bet? Thats all I was? I put my self out there gave him a chance I-

God I am an idiot.

Grabbing my phone I call my brother and he doesn't answer. Then I try Delilah-no answer. I need to get out of here. I leave the restaurant and stand outside still under the overhead  so I don't get soaked from the rain. 

I suck it up and try Noah. Please answer I think to myself. After a few rings he picks up.

"Hey?" I gulp trying to keep my voice even.

"Bails you alright?" I can hear how worried he sounds. Shit he can read me like the back of his hand.

I take a deep breath, "C-can you pick me up?" I say in a whisper. 

"Yeah where are you?" he asks and I can hear him grabbing his keys. 

I tell him where I am and he says that he'll be there soon. We end the call and I wait for him to pick me up.

Five minutes later I see his truck pull up and he gets out. I begin to head towards his truck. The rain pouring down. 

"What happened?" he asks and I break down. I feel so humiliated.

"It was never real." He looks at me confused. 

"Derrick and I. He said it was a bet. I-I was a bet." I watch as he clenches his fists. 

He takes a step closer to me, "He said you were a what?"

"A bet. To sleep with me. Am I that pathetic? The only guy who actually shows interest only does it because of a fucking bet." I say running my hand threw my wet hair.

"Thats not true." I look to see Noah staring at me. His eyebrows pulled together.

I laugh, "Sure, name one guy who actually likes me." I say crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Me." he says in a whisper. My eyes widen, "What?" 

He looks back up at me, "I like you."

I snort, "You're only saying that cause your best friends with my brother."

His jaw clenches, "No, god can you not see it?" he asks running a frustrated hand through his hair. 

"See what?" I ask.

He groans, "That I just don't like you, I am fucking in love with you Bailey." he says and my heart stops. What?

"Y-you're in love with me?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. My heart beating erratically in my chest.

He loves.

He's in love with me.

He nods slowly, "For as long as I can remember. I know you don't feel the same way so-"

I cut him off, "Who said I don't feel the same? You know how hurt I felt when you ignored me for two weeks after what we did in your room? I went up to you and tried to talk to you but you ignored me." I point an accusing finger at him.

"So you just went off and got with that douche bag?" he asks irritated.

"What, did you expect me to wait for you? To hope that one day you'd tell me you felt the same way I felt for you?" I ask practically yelling it as rain pours down on us.

"I didn't think you felt the same way. I wasn't going to put myself out there just for you to reject me it would've hurt to much." He yells back sounding equally as frustrated, I stare at him.

I shake my head, "Can you take me home?" I ask the rain is honestly really cold. He nods and I get into his car. 

Did he really say he's in love with me?

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A/N. whoop whoop. I love a rain confession. 

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