She takes a moment and then pulls away from me. “Don’t you ever feel like you’re not good enough?”
“Ce,” I shake my head.
She looks down. “It’s like no matter what you do, it’s never enough for people.”
“People are just people.”
She winces, closing her eyes. “So everyone’s just inconsiderate and selfish?”
I nod. “Sadly, yeah.”
She walks around me. “I refuse to believe that. I heard what Scott said to you, and even though he’s a dick, it sounds like he cares about you, so he’s on my good list now.”
I shake my head out of confusion. “What’s happening right now?”
She looks like she’s going to cry when she turns around and says, “I hate to be this person, but Dylan, you promised me that we were best friends, and then we had amazing sex.” Her eyes widen as her shoulders relax. “Like the best sex I will ever have, and then it felt like you ghosted me, like I didn’t matter, like I didn’t exist. I’m sorry, but we have to talk about this. I didn’t mind it at the time. I thought I could brush it off, but now that you’re right in front of me…”
I stare at her, feeling my chest ache in the same way she’s confessing. This past week felt like I was missing something. But I pushed the feeling down because there’s no fucking way it was her. I haven’t known her for that long, so how could there be an emptiness in my chest after just a few days of not talking to her? I knew what I was missing washer, but I was too stubborn and prideful to admit it to myself, so I left it alone.
“Dylan?” she says again. “Are you listening to me?”
I look at her frantic eyes, and I don’t know what to say, so I walk towards her. She wipes her cheeks and takes a step back.
“What are you doing?” she asks with wide eyes, and now I’m confused.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
I try to say something, but nothing comes out. “I––I––”
“You?”
I freeze, standing four feet away from her. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Is this how you are with every girl you sleep with?”
“What?” I want to deny it, but by the look on her face, I think I’d be wrong. “You knew what this was. We agreed to be friends that fuck.”
“And that’s what I’m trying to talk to you about! You sleep with me, and then it was like you… You stopped being my friend. You’re treating me like just some other girl you’ve hooked up with. Am I wrong?”
“Why? Because I didn’t talk to you for a week?”
She starts to laugh sarcastically. “You disappeared on me, and then you show up with that girl––”
“You kissed Dane.”
She flinches, crossing her arms across her chest.
“You specifically told me that you were using me to learn how to give Dane the best blowjob, how to fuck Dane good. You are not innocent in this.”
“You really are an asshole,” she says, walking towards the front door.
“Where are you going?” I say, rolling my head.
“Home!”
I walk to the door in two strides and press my palm against it before she can open it.
