Page 12 of Never Have I Ever
“Was that your sister?” she asks.
My expression drops as I glare at her. My sister? In what world would she be my sister? She’s blonde with blue eyes. Whereas my hair is dark, my eyes are dark, everything about me is dark, and the complete opposite of her.
“Does she look like my sister?”
“So, what, is she just another skanky whore?” she says, raising her voice as she backs off my lap and stands above me with her arms crossed.
I groan. She’s jealous, that’s not a good sign. “Another?” I ask. “Are you calling yourself a skanky whore?”
She scoffs. “Ugh. You know what I mean.”
I shake my head. “I think it means you're leaving,” I say, getting up from the bed.
“What?” she yells.
I open the door and turn back to face her. “You heard me. I need you to go.” And quickly. She’s probably gone by now, and I don’t even know her name, let alone where to find her.
“Why?” Brianna asks.
“Well, first of all, I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“I can help with that,” she says huskily before grabbing my junk outside of my pants.
I grunt at her touch and take her hand off me. “Yeah, no.”
She looks like I just slapped her in the face. Her eyes are widened as she backs away. “Is it because of her?” she asks.
I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t even know that girl, but since she walked in on my make-out session, all I want to do is run out there and find her.
“Second of all,” I say, ignoring her question. “Don’t call girls skanky whores, especially girls you don’t even know. It’s tacky, even for you.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Third of all. I told you what this was. A hook-up. I’m not your boyfriend, and I will never be. I never gave you any inclination that this was something else.”
“Yeah,” she says, nodding. “I know, I just thought you’d change your mind.” She sighs. “I mean, we’ve been hanging out a lot more recently.”
Yeah, that’s probably my fault. I know girls get clingy, especially if you see them more than a few times a week. They start thinking it’s something other than what it is and get false expectations.
Brianna’s a nice girl, she’s fun, but she’s probably the kind of girl who believes in love and wants a relationship and all of that bullshit. That’s not me, or ever will be, so I’ve got to cut this off now.
“I think it’s best we end it,” I tell her.
She nods, dropping her eyes. “Yeah.”
“Are we good?” I ask her.
She shrugs, picks up her bag from the desk, and slings it over her shoulder. “I guess.”
I nod. “You know your way out?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says.
I rush out of the room. I scan the hallway, but she’s not here. I can’t rack my mind for any reasoning why she would be here.
My mind floods with memories of Friday night’s party when we were playing Never Have I Ever. I looked at her. The whole night I kept my eyes on her. My angel is a good girl. She didn’t drink once.
She seemed upset by it. The slight frown on her face whenever a new question was asked was obvious, but probably only to me since I was looking at her all night long.
