This Means War

Chapter Three: Someone Needed My Help To Find Condoms

I don't know if it was the fact that I thought I loved him. I don't know if it was the fact that he'd told me he loved me too. Or I didn't know if it was the fact that he'd been cheating on me with my best friend.

I didn't feel like having sex tonight, but he just didn't get the picture.

He wasn't trying to like rape me or anything, he was just horny as fuck.

And this is how we usually are with each other, so me acting differently was probably strange to him.

Nevertheless, I couldn't be any more NOT "in the mood" as we laid on Travis's bed and he shoved his tongue down my throat.

That used to be sexy. When he bit my lip and added a little extra tongue in our kisses, I loved it. But now, I just couldn't stop picturing him doing the same thing to Sydney.

I had to get out.

Not only was his body suffocating me, but his infidelities were submerging me in anger.

"Savannah's here!" I blurt.

She was my last resort.

Travis immediately stopped kissing me and let his head fall against the headboard.

He sighed. Clearly angry... actually sexually frustrated to be specific.

"Yeah, she got here like yesterday. Sorry babe." I said, completely bullshitting him.

"Savannah" was the name I gave to my menstrual cycle when I first got it at 12. I told Trav that that was the official name for it, and he still believes me to this day.

Saying "my period" was so boring and uncomfortable around my dad and brothers that me and my mom came up with a code name for it. Thus, Savannah was born.

Travis laid silent, then he sat up.
"That's okay. We can just cuddle and watch movies," he said.

"Nigga, you gay." I say to him, only playing.

He laughs and kisses me on my forehead.

"Do you want me to get you something from the store? Like those nasty twizzlers you like?" He says.

Dammit. He's such a good boyfriend when he wants to be. Too bad he can't be faithful.

"No." I couldn't give in.

"You sure?"

"Actually yeah. I want Deez nuts!"

"Ha! Got emm!!" We both say at the same time.

We both start dying laughing. I laugh so hard, tears start rolling down my cheeks.

Then, somehow I end up lying on his chest, recovering from all the laughter.

I'm supposed to be perpetually mad at him. Instead, we're flirting and in bed together.

No. I can't let him win. I have to remember what I saw outside the bathroom today. The caressing. The kissing. The boob groping.

"I think I'm gonna go for a drive. I have Savannah cramps. I'll probably go to Walgreens and get a few girl things..." I say, which isn't completely a lie.

I did need a few things from the store.

"Oh, cool. I'll come with you." Travis says slapping my ass and proceeding to get off the bed.

"No. You stay. Just tell me what you were going to get. I feel like being alone." I say, pulling his arm back so he's forced to sit back on the bed.

"Ok. I was just gonna get deodorant and some gum." He says.

That's it? Literally, boys are so simple. Every time I go to the store, I have at least a list of things.