Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dedication to @Carrots457 for naming the lyric "I want her but I better run away" from Just Can't Let Her Go before anyone else. Good job to everyone who named it as well (:

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Veronica sifts through the clothes in her closet as I force myself off the ground. My legs wobble beneath me and I wonder why I feel so weak suddenly. I know I just experienced my first orgasm, which was as great as everything says it is, but that doesn't mean I know how to handle the situation afterwards. I already feel more awkward around Veronica now that she had just touched me in a place that no one else has. 

I sit on her bed and watch her go through the clothes quickly. She has quite the amount of guy clothes in there and I silently question how that came to be. Are they all Aiden's clothes that she "borrows?" Or are they ones belonging to the dozens upon dozens of guys that she invites to her house? Whatever the answer may be, I just hope they're clean. 

"How about a tank?" Veronica pulls out a white shirt with sleeves that are practically non-existent. 

"I'd prefer a shirt, thank you," I tell her. I was never one to show off my arms, they're too unfit. 

"Suit yourself," she mutters and grabs a regular dark blue t-shirt. She hands it to me and I try not to seem too disgusted with taking it. "What's wrong now?" Veronica crosses her arms.

"I just don't like the idea of wearing these. Where did they come from anyways?" 

"Harry, if you're worried about them not being cleaned, I can assure you right now that they've been washed and dried to perfection. Hell, I even have an iron if you want!" Veronica laughs, taking a seat beside me. 

"It's not that," I pause, weighing my options between bringing it up and just dropping the subject. I sigh. "Are these clothes from the guys you've brought here?" I pick at a string on the blue shirt. 

"That's what you're thinking?" Veronica surprises me by laughing and bumping my shoulder. "Well sorry to disappoint, but I keep those clothes in a dark room downstairs. And I only keep the ones that are torn and bloody from when I kill them!" She starts laughing harder and I cheeks burn brightly. She's making fun of me. 

"I shouldn't have asked."

"Look Harry, if it makes you any more comfortable, I've already gotten your clothes cleaned for you. The ones that you wore to the party last night and then got thrown into the pool with," she tells me and stands up. "Would you prefer to wear those?" 

"Yes please," I breathe out. At least with those clothes I know exactly where they came from. As much as I appreciate Veronica's offer, I just don't like the idea of wearing other guys' clothes. It makes me wonder what got them out of them in the first place. 

Veronica tells me she'll be right back with the clothes and I nod before she leaves the room. I fall backwards onto the bed, keeping my feet on the floor, and stare up at the ceiling. I've ditched school today, gotten my first orgasm, and have dealt with both sobbing and playful Veronica. She changes emotional paths so quickly that it literally feels like a slap in the face at times. I can't keep up with her dramatic mood changes. 

But can I let go of her? Can I seriously get myself to stop seeing her, to stop caring about the girl with brown eyes and laughter that makes me smile? 

The answer to that is simple. No, I can't because I'm too damn selfish to give up something I want as mine. 

"Well as much as I appreciate the view that you are granting me with, I think that we've had enough fun for now. Don't you?" I sit up quickly and see Veronica standing in the doorway with the clothes I had worn in her hands. 

"Sorry, I was..uh..thinking." 

"Stop thinking so much and put these on. The longer you're undressed, the naughtier my thoughts get," she teases and tosses me the clothes. 

I keep my own thoughts to myself as I stand up and lay the clothes out on the bed. I glance over my shoulder at Veronica who's just openly staring at me. "Aren't you going to leave the room?" My voice gets high and I try to cough to cover it up. 

"It's my room, Harry," she says, her eyebrows rising. "But if you insist, I'll leave you to dress in peace."

"Okay, thank you," I say awkwardly, turning back to the clothes. I look through them and realize I don't have a clean pair of underwear.

Veronica coughs and I turn towards her. She tosses me a pair of black boxer underwear with Calvin Klein written across the band. "Before you freak out, I'm the only person who has worn those. I bought a couple pairs to sleep in because they're much more comfortable than the pajamas that ride up your butt at night. The band keeps them secure," she explains, reading my mind and addressing my questions before I can answer them.

"Oh, okay. Thank you," I turn back towards the clothes and wait for her to leave the room. I can't get myself to change with her watching me. No one has seen me undressed before. Hell, no one saw me in a towel before either before a couple minutes ago.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," Veronica laughs and I hear the door click behind me. I glance over my shoulder just in case and confirm that the room is empty. Satisfied, I quickly get dressed in the clothes. 

Once I'm done, I open the door to let Veronica in. She's leaning against the hallway wall across from me when I do so. Her jaw drops when she sees me.

"Well damn, don't you clean up well. I mean, sure I saw you in that last night, but you were soaked head to toe," she steps closer to me, inspecting the outfit. "I'm impressed. Come here for a moment," she grabs my hand and pulls me back into the room, directing me in front of a mirror.

I stand there with her by my side and she smiles widely. "Do you see that? Look," she points at us.

The first thing I notice is that our outfits kind of match. I've got the plain white t-shirt on and our black jeans have rips at the knees. The black jacket shapes me well and I notice that I look pretty badass in it. I don't know where the new high top shoes I got yesterday are, but Veronica brought me the converse pair which matches hers. 

"Do you see it?" Veronica asks quietly, her hands on my arms. 

I smile, knowing exactly what she means. "I see us," I whisper, turning to face her. 

"That's what I meant." 

**A/N**

Double update? You know what to do. :3