Can't Say No Ch. 03

"I know you're trying to be helpful, but can you leave me alone?" I said. She looked at me. Then, ignoring what I said, she hugged me.

The move was unexpected, and I didn't recoil in time. I stopped trying to move away, the embrace felt nice. She broke away after a moment.

"You have no clue what you're doing do you?" she said. It was more of a statement. My cheeks turned red.

"I turned 18 today." I said feebly.

"No kidding, come here." She entered one of the stalls. I hesitated. "Trust me." Her voice came from inside the stall. Hesitantly, I followed her.

She locked the door the moment I entered. The space was cramped with two people. I watched the girl dig through her backpack and pull something out. It was a ball of foil.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Your last resort," she said. I didn't understand what she meant. "It'll keep you from getting pregnant," she explained. When I started to unwrap it, she stopped me. "Not here. Wait until you're at home."

I looked at the foil in wonder, "Where did you get this?" She shook her head.

"Don't ask me that, and if anyone finds you with this, I didn't give it to you. Do you understand?"

I nodded. What could be so bad about the stuff in the foil?

"This sounds risky," I said. The foil was snatched out of my hand—

"Then give it back. This is for people who are serious. I thought you were worried about your scholarship?" I reflexively reached for the foil, but she held it away.

"I am, I'm sorry. Please, please." She lowered her hand and I took the foil back.

"Thank you." I slipped the foil in my pocket and we left the stall.

"Listen, what I just gave you is illegal, and it's also not easy to get a hold of," she said. "The best thing you can do for yourself is keep a low profile and avoid guys all together. If you can't, then find another way to give them what they want."

"Jessie, let's go." Matt's voice carried into the bathroom. The other girl whipped around.

"Is that Matt? You should've avoided him," she said.

No shit, thanks for the advice I thought. She reached out her hand "Give me your phone. If you need something, you can text me." I handed my phone over.

"Hold on Matt, I'm coming." I checked my reflection. The mirror was not kind. My hair was frazzled and my clothes were dirty. On the bright side, my face was clean, and there was no longer cum on my leg.

I took my phone back and checked the contacts; her name was Evelyn. I texted her my name and turned to leave.

"I shouldn't be able to see your tits," said Evelyn, "those things are bullseyes."

"It wasn't on purpose." I said.

"Doesn't matter. Try wearing two layers of clothes, you'll look chunkier," she said. I rolled my eyes. As if that would make me feel better.

I rejoined Matt in the hall and matched his stride.

"My car's this way," he said. I trailed after him. The warmth my brief interaction with Evelyn was fading.

Out in the parking lot my phone buzzed. A text from Evelyn. I checked it—a GIF of a man eating a hotdog. My cheeks burned and I stuffed my phone back in my pocket.