Passing the Bottle

Brian - This Girl

What was up with Russell? Everytime I had a party she wasn't up for hooking up. Yet every other time we were together, she would be all for it. And I never understood why she couldn't get to any of my parties on time.

I walked back downstairs and grabbed the blunt from the passing circle.

"Hey!" Amber yelled. I took a decent puff and handed it back to her.

"Aren't you supposed to be chill?" I asked as I started to walk back outside.

"I just joined, Bae." She took a puff and handed it to her older sister.

"Makes sense." I kind of liked being called 'Bae' by the girls. I mean, I wasn't the most attractive guy out there, so I took what I got and went with it. When I got outside, I headed toward the water, all the way up until I stepped on something squishy that wasn't sand.

Liz yelled at me. For her to typically be quiet and nice, she sure had a vulgar mouth.

"Hey, I am sincerely sorry, but why are you even laying down?"

"Have you ever heard of sulking?" Her grey-blue eyes shot daggers at me.

"Perhaps you should get some more alcohol in your system." Her answer was hitting my knee with her foot. "No violence, all substance." I said as I pulled her up to me.

"I can't stand you." I took her to a cooler and grabbed two beers. One for me and one for her. Then I took her over to her crazy boyfriend, Danny.

"Let loose. Have sex or something," I smiled as I pushed her into Danny. Her mere presence sobered Danny. As I walked away, I saw them do some lovey-dovey sh!t. I pulled off my shirt as I got closer to the dark ocean. When I stepped in, the water wasn't as cold as I expected. It actually felt nice.

As I floated, my mind wondered to that beauty called Russell. Even though she said we were just friends with benefits, I wanted to date her. She could possibly be the bubbliest, funniest girl that I know. It was great that we were both to the University of Chicago. She was going for film, I was going for political science. Yet, whenever I attempted to set the tone to ask her out, she'd start rambling about something she saw on the news, or she'd fake sick.

I know she always fakes to be sick. That's how well I know her. I can see through her acting. For example, as I floated close to the shore, I looked at my room that faced the ocean. There she was looking at the beach party.  I didn't know what was wrong with her.

Seeing her in my room, alone, made me mad. I swam back to the beach and ran up to the house and up to my room. I opened my door and looked at Russell.

"Uh, hey." I closed my door behind me. "Did you go for a swim? You're soaking wet." She had this nervous look that for some reason I found adorable.

"Russie, can we talk?"

"It depends. What about?"

"Well," I started, as I ran a hand through my hair. "I've really wanted to tell you this for awhile." She nodded her head, still nervous. "We've been hooking up for a few months now." She started to open her mouth. I knew something about this morning's news was going to come up. "Don't say anything yet. I wanted to say that I think we should be more than just friends with benefits. And we wouldn't have to worry about a long distance relationship, since we'd be at the same school in September. How about that?"

"Brian, I can't."

"Wait, what?" I just embarrassed myself.

"I don't like you like that."

"Can't you try? You had to have liked me at least a little."

"Yeah, you're attractive. I just don't think I could ever like you emotionally." She used the word 'ever.' I never should have barged up here. "I'm sorry." She walked up to me and kissed me. Her lips were so soft. Russell wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn't help but kiss her back and lock my arms around her waist. I knew that all of it was out of pity, but I didn't mind. I just wanted Russell.

I turned around and pushed her against my bedroom door.  She let out a gasp. I pressed myself against her. Russell raised up one her legs. I took that as a signal to pick her up off of the floor. One of her hands slipped to my a§s and the other went into my wet hair. I couldn't tell what emotion she was feeling, I hoped it was more than lust and pity, though.

I pulled off her shirt as she pushed down my trunks with her legs. We pushed off of the door and landed on my bed. Russell ended up on top. She pulled my window curtain to a close. It was going to be the best rejection sex ever.