"Wait, what?" he asks, looking shocked.
"Are you for real right now?" My voice comes out in a tremor.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't hear you."
"You didn't hear me? So you don't listen to me when I'm speaking to you?"
"Baby, I'm half asleep. I'm sorry. Please tell me again."
"Did you do anything else with Sarah?"
"Past what we all did last night? No," he says with confidence, and I don't even know why I even bother trying to trust him because he had lied in the past.
That's why we're in the situation right now.
"I'm calling a ride," I say as I head for Sarah's apartment door.
"Okay." He gets up, following tiredly behind me. "Wait up, let me get my shoes."
Like hell I'm waiting. Opening the door, I walk out through the hallway, then angry gallop down the stairs.
What a wonderful bright New Year's January day. Fucking shit. Fucking Lincoln.
After a while, I hear his voice in the distance, calling out to me as I continue to walk down the block. I can't walk too far. The driver had mentioned he’d be in a bright red car.
"Baby, hold up," Lincoln says, catching up to me. "You were going to leave me."
"Why not? You're right at home there anyway," I seethe.
"Baby, Sarah and I didn't do anything else. I swear to you. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I didn't do anything with her."
"Oh my fucking God, you're missing the whole entire fucking point, Lincoln," I say, whirling on him. "Why the hell were we even there in the first place?"
"You don't remember?"
"I was drunk!!"
"So was I," he says defensively.
"And I'm guessing Sarah wasn't?"
"I mean, maybe not as drunk aswewere."
"And you don't find that theleastbit convenient while you were basically fucking her in front of me?" My words come out likefire, feeling my heart breaking so in my feelings it's making me feel insecure, and I don't like feeling weak.
"Baby, we all took part… First of all… Hold on, are you really legitimately mad? I thought you were into it. You guys started making out at the club, and I was—"
"You didn't find that weird?"
"I mean, it was a little shocking, but… it seemed like something that you wanted, so I went along with it. What was I going to tell you? No, you're not allowed to do that?"
"Why the fuck would I want to make out with Sarah? I don't like girls, Lincoln."
Lincoln smirks, which makes me want to slap him. Jerking his head slightly to the left before looking into the sky, he smiles down at me, looking at me, and says, "Well, clearlypartof you does, because you got more action last night than I did."
"And I suppose you got nothing out of it whatsoever while your fingers were deep inside of her pussy, right?" I roll my eyes, walking away from him, back down the way I came.
"Baby. Baby, wait."
