Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

SEVEN

A/N: And today in Her Wish, His Promise, the trash takes itself out.

I arrive home rather late, ready for sleep, and totally full from dinner. I stuffed myself with dessert because god damn do the italians know how to make dessert. And after finding out the Chris is fucking someone else quite frankly all I wanna do is cry myself to sleep.

I enter my apartment as quietly as I can, not needing anybody to know where I’ve been, nor wanting to wake anybody up. Raven and Derek should be home by now and they’re both light sleepers. That’s not something I want to fuck with. 

The light from Calvin’s bedroom is on as I pass by and I can hear the deep voice of Jasper from within. Before I make my presence known, I press my ear against the crack in the door and listen intently. And boy did my ears burn when I heard that they were talking about me.

“Fuck, man. I thought she was a good girl, not like those other bitches, ya know? That motherfucker just ruins her over and over again. I told her he was trash and that she should stay away from him, and what does she go and do? She fucks him! She’s just not like I thought she was.” Jasper says, obviously pissed.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. How the fuck is it my fault he had these preconcieved notions about me. He clearly doesn’t know me, but yet has the audacity to claim he does.

“Did you catch feelings or something, man? Because last I checked you were there to hit that and move on.” Calvin questions.

Oh my fucking god. Is he serious? Am I nothing more than a fuck?

“Hell if I know, at the very least I thought she was something special. But she had to go and ruin that by being a fucking slut.” I bite my tongue to the point I taste blood.

“Look, she fucked up but that gives you no right to call her a slut. Have a little respect.” Calvin in his wonky morals says.

So it’s okay to let one of my friends use me for sex but calling me a slut crosses the line? How the fuck does that make sense Cal? I thought he actually gave a fuck about me, that he would be man enough to make sure shit like this wouldn’t happen to me.

“Then maybe she shouldn’t be leading me on; she’s so fucking hung up on Chris she doesn’t realize what this does to me, nor does she care.” Jasper contends.

“She just got out of breakup with him, yeah she’s probably still got feelings for him. You’ve gotta give her time.” 

Jasper sighs, “It’s been two months and so far we’ve made out and last night I fingered her, I don’t see what the point is in hanging around if it takes her that long to put out. She’d fuck Chris if he so much as breathed on her.”

He and Calvin share a brief laugh at my expense before Calvin questions, “was it good?”

“Oh fuck yeah, she pretends to be all innocent and shit but then you get her wet and she’s a little whore.” He recalls with too much joy in his voice, “that pussy is tight as hell, it’s gonna be a shame when her fucking kid ruins that.”

Oh my god. I feel sick at his words. Ricky was right, he’s no better than Chris. Somehow this all feels worse.

I feel filthy after letting him touch me last night now knowing that it was just a quest. I actually kissed him, and believed him. I fucking forgave him even after he was telling the truth about how he felt about me the first time. God, I’m a moron.

But even more than that, I’m pissed. I’ve already been used enough and I refuse to be treated like that again. I push open the bedroom door with a glare in my eyes, locked on Jasper.