War of the Sexes

Chapter 15

Clayton and John must've not known how to handle this kind of situation. They both just sat there, watching me bawl my eyes out over everything that has happened so far. I didn't feel self-conscious. If anything I felt pity for them. If what they were saying was true, they wouldn't have ever had a girlfriend and never had advice on how to handle girl problems.

Either way, that didn't change my actions.

I literally cried myself to sleep. I didn't know that was possible. But that night, I found out I could actually cry myself out so much that I fell asleep,

exhausted.

The next morning, I awoke to two sleeping men. Both sprawled out on the ground, taking up as much room as humanly possible. I sat up, wrapping

my arms around my knees, watching them sleep. I didn't know what to do.

I shivered slightly. I had nothing on but my bra and panties from before. I was surprised I made it through the night without waking up from coldness.

I bit my lip, wondering what the men thought of me.

If, by human nature in my time, a boy had seen my like this, a little something would have poked through his pants. I wasn't going to lie, back in my

time, I was an attractive girl. I knew that too. I simply didn't promote it. I kept to subtle things, making sure I was pretty but not too out about that. I knew I had a

good body too.

Back then, I would be considered hot like this.

But now, after years and years, what did boys think of women now? Were we simply disgusting creatures like John told me over and over again? Or

were they thinking exactly like boys of my time had? I knew I wasn't pretty anymore. The miracle cream Clayton rubbed on my took away the bruises from

before, but I had earned new ones since then. Scraps marked up my skin, patterned with black and blue marks.

I knew my hair was a wreck. Greasey and dirty. But in the time I had been here, I noticed something.

It didn't appear I needed to shave. Nor was I getting any cramps warning me of my period. I knew I wasn't pregnant for I hadn't had sex in years.

Literally.

"Ellie?" Clayton whispered, rubbing his eyes

I looked up, blinking out of my thoughts "Y-yes?"

Clayton sat up, sleep filled his face. He gave a weak smile "Morning"

I nodded, a silent 'same to you' . He rubbed his eyes again, releasing a yawn. Clayton shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

He crawled over to sit next to me "How long have you been awake?"

I shrugged "A few minutes"

"Aren't you cold at all?" He asked, resting his forearms on his legs. I nodded, my hair falling everywhere. Clayton moved away, attention focused

elsewhere.

My gaze wandered over to John's sleeping figure. His hair fell over his face, falling up and down with every breath he took.

"Here" Clayton said, giving me John's jacket. I looked up at him, fear in my eyes

"No"