Page 58 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

This is ‘abort mission’ level bad. Bonnie hates me. She hates me more than Sky ever did because she had to make up for Sky’s softness, when she was soft. Sky scrambles out of the pool. “Bonnie, I-”

“You lied to me.”

“I never lied!” Sky insists.

“Well, you certainly didn’t tell the truth!” she yells. “After what that asshole did to you, how can you even hang around him like this?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Sure, I’d been unintentionally mean to Sky years ago, but I doubt a few misguided pranks warrant this venom coming from Bonnie’s mouth.

“Bon, let me explain. Let’s just talk about it, okay? Please.”

Bonnie takes a deep breath and pushes her fingers to her temple. “I can’t right now. I need to cool off, or I’m going to say something I’ll regret.”

“Don’t leave,” Sky begs. “I can’t lose you.”

That hits me like an axe. Sky Bennett saying that she can’t lose someone – as if she needsanyone? And that someone happens to be Bonnie, who’s looking at me like she’d kill me with some of the food in the bag she’s carrying and only worry about how to dispose of my body.

“The bargain bin dildo leaves, or I do,” Bonnie says.

Sky slowly turns to me. Her eyes are watery, and I want to believe those tears are for me, but I know better. I snap my teeth together and pull myself out of the pool. This is Sky’s chance to show me she feels something between us. The three of us can talk this out. I know we can.

“Please, Ash?” Sky asks softly, catching the fierce determination on my face. “Just go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“I mean in total, not just tonight,” Bonnie says darkly. “I love you, but right now, I’m running really low on respect for you.”

Tears spill over Sky’s cheek, and she takes a step back when I reach out to touch her. “I’ll keep working for you.”

She gives me that little bit, then takes Bonnie’s hand and practically drags her inside. I’m left there, soft as can be, confused and angry as fuck. We got around an argument and a potential argument. We made out, I finger fucked her in the pool, and now she’s tossing me to the side likeI’mthe asshole? Who’s doing the coming and leaving now?

And who’s getting rejected for trying to be better?

I grit my teeth, grab my towel, and walk back to the house. I don’t care if my family sees me. I don’t care if my dad complains about water spots on the floor. I need to get to my punching bag. Now.

Peter stops me in the hallway to my room. “Were you seriously in their pool again?”

“Yeah. So what?”

“Did anyone see you?” Peter demands.

“I’m not in the mood.” I shove him to the side.

“Dick.”

“Fucker,” I growl back, then slam my door as I get to my room.

I finish toweling off, toss my trunks into the laundry, then drag on pants. I take my frustration out on the punching bag after putting in headphones, but it doesn’t feel any better. I throw myself into bed, then turn up my 'screaming nonsense’ as my mother calls it, until it threatens to blow out my eardrum.

There’s no reason for me to be this pissed. It’s been, what, two weeks? Maybe? That’s nothing. Girls and I have parted in less time. I’m all about connection, after all. If I don’t feel it, I don’t force it. And I’m not one to drag things out. Hooking up is fine as long as everyone has the right expectations, but Sky went and fucked up my expectations.

I thought we were going to get farther. Not necessarily sexually. But I want to talk to her. I want to understand this shit. I feel the intensity, the potential between us. I want to compromise. I want to be good for her. I … it doesn’t fucking matter what I want apparently because Sky’s making her choice over there without thinking of what she wants, only what she needs.

And shelovesnot needing me.

After another five minutes, I text her not to worry about coming Wednesday. I think about telling her I don’t need her kind of luck, but I manage to delete that message instead of sending it.

“Fuck!” I yell into my pillow.

I toss my headphones, then sit up to see if Sky has her window open. She does. And clearly doesn’t notice. Because Bonnie’s pacing and pissed and … crying? Sky gets up and hugs her tightly, squeezing her. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but if they’re hugging, that means I’m not in the doghouse, I’m at the fucking pound.

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