Antagonist

25

"Why didn't you inform me on the spot?" Sinan asks from drivers seat.

"How could you really expect me to call you on the moment he's getting on his knee with a ring, did you really expect me to be like, have phone in a hand and be like, 'sinan, he is getting on his knee now!, sinan, he is having a ring box!, sinan he is asking me to be his girlfriend!' huh?" I narrow my eyes.

"Evelyn, I tell you everything, but look at you, been accepting his proposal and now telling me"

"I did tell you always, and I do either, how do you think you know about proposal? You had a dream?"

"I've firstly warned you already, I'm not getting good vibes from him...I'm not feeling completely okay, with you, not saying me something"

"Sinan, he has proposed me seven days ago"

"Exactly! Seven days ago" he snaps his fingers.

"..Okay, I am sorry, I will tell you early anything from next time" I negotiate.

"Now, I will go on dates and won't tell you" he shakes his head.

"Stop being a child" I slap over his thigh, again he hisses like last time.

"Evelyn, this is not so good of you" he shakes his head, punches over my upper arm.

"How dare you touch me!" I punch back.

"Fuck off" he again punches me.

"Sinan! You can't hit me!" I again hit.

"You can't either!" He again does.

"Okay, now I will hit last time, then it's over" I utter while rubbing my upper arm.

"Why will you get to hit last?" He mutters.

"...Because I initiated" I shake my head.

"The one who initiates, terminates?" He raises his brows.

I again slap over his thigh and grab his one hand with my two, he was just about to hit me back.

He snatches his arm with jaw clenched and we both silently sit now.

"...Sinan" I break the silence after around two minutes.

"I have a question" I spill.

He doesn't replies, I take it as, continue "So when I was brushing today...I gagged, then...after maybe five to six time of gagging...I threw up" I tell.

He knits his brows and I could tell he's thinking where I'm taking it.

"...So I was wondering...how...how girls gives blow jobs?" I ask, he knits his brows and covers his eyes by palm for a second.

"...that's because dicks arent brush!"

"...Okay" I nod understanding I'm asking a dumb question.

"Where did you even learn about blow job?" He asks.

"...Some-" I chuckle "-dirty books" I admit with shoulder shrug.

"You read dirty books?" He asks in shock.

"...Yah, like...online..." I again shrug my shoulder.

"A true friend would share dirty books!" he snaps.

"Hey! I didn't knew you'd like it!, how could you expect me to share sex scenes with my guy friend!" I snap back.

"Such a great friend you are" he shakes his head.

"It's not my fault" I mutter.

"It's never your fault, you never do anything"

"Huh"