Spin The Bottle In The Bedroom (On Hold)

15: Virgin Suicides

"Hey, Noah!" Bennett grins, walking up to me.

"What do you want, Bennett?" I asked him, clearly not in the mood for his games.

"Just got a break, and wondered what you were up to..." He trailed off, playing with the stapler on my desk.

"Bennett. I don't know how many times I can tell you this: we are NOT friends!" At that, he frowned. "You don't pop up at my cubicle on your break, because I don't wanna talk to you."

"What's eating you?" He asked, ignoring me completely.

"What?"

"You're being an asshole. Like, a real asshole. And not the cool kind."

"There's a cool kind of asshole?" I asked him.

"Yes. You. But you're not being you. You're being... A bigger asshole."

"Ugh!" I a groaned, running my hands over my face. "Just go away Bennett! Please!"

"What's wrong though?" He asked. "Yesterday you were fine! I gave you a joint, and you got sexed!"

"First of all," I started. "No one, and I mean NO ONE, says sexed! What the hell, Bennett?"

"But you were just fine yesterday?" He said, and only because he looked genuinely concerned I answers him.

"I got sexed by the wrong girl, Ben. That's what happened?"

"Did you get crabs?!" He asked loudly, his eyes widening. He got us a few disgusted looks from other employees, and I shushed him.

"No!" I yelled back. "She just... She told me that I used her... For sex... And in hindsight, I guess I kinda did. But at the time it just didn't seem that way, so now I feel bad. I don't know what to do."

"Tell her sorry," he answered simply.

"I think she wants to date me."

"Is she hot?"

"Smoking," I shrugged.

"Then let it happen!" He says, grinning a sloppy grin.

"No. I'm not letting it happen."

"Well why not?" He frowned.

"Because, Ben! I haven't been in a relationship since senior year in high school, and I don't do girlfriends! She's nineteen, she's gonna want me forever and always."

"Bro..." Bennett sighs. "Bro..."

"What?" I asked.

"What if she was a virgin?"

"No." I answered courtly. "No." I shook my head profusely.

"But come on, think about it! She's nineteen."

"But she gave it up so easily..." I trailed off.

"That doesn't matter. Sometimes, girls just know things... And maybe she thought you really liked her."

"But..." I trailed off, not wanting to bear the burden.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you really like her?"

"No!" I yelled. "I don't even know her."

"Then you probably shouldn't have sexed her?"

"Stop saying tha-"

"Bennett!" Leonardo shouted, causing both of us to jump. "Get back to work. If you're always standing around then what am I paying you for?"

"You..." Bennett trailed off, unsure if that was a real question. "You don't pay me at all," he answered in a low tone.

Leonardo pointed his finger outward, gesturing that he left. "Now," he whispered. And Bennett left with his head hanging. "And you," he started, looking in my direction. "What is this supposed to be?" He asked, slamming a huge back folder in front of me.

"Those are the notes you wanted... And the companies."

"No!" He shouted. "These are papers, with color coded sticky notes stuck on them."

"Well I thought that would be easier for you," I tried to explain.

"No, it's gay. I can't believe you even did something like that."

"I can't believe it either," I sighed.

"Next time, just do it the way I taught you." And with that he was gone.

"I hate my life."

****

"Noah!" Emmalee's persistent voice rang, and I tried not to laugh at her.

"What?" I asked her over the phone. "You miss me already?"

"I've been calling you for weeks! I was worried..." I only sighed at her.

"I'm sorry, Em. I've just been busy with work and my cousin and everything, I saw you called but I always forgot to call you back."

"It's okay, I'm just glad we're talking now. You haven't replaced me have you?" She joked, and I laughed through my nose.

"No, Emma. You are irreplaceable."

"Oh goody!" She beamed. "So how're you doing up there?"

"I'm..." For a minute, I thought about dishing all of my issues on her, asking her for advice. But I decided against it, somehow I knew what she would say. And Jake, and my Mom. You've been there for a month and you're already screwing up. Yep. That's me. Noah the screw up. "I'm fine. Everything's fine." I reassured her, grateful that she couldn't see my face.

"Good! Do you like your job?"

"Yeah! How's the wedding going?" I rambled, opting for a subject change.

"Oh..." She trailed. "The wedding..." The tone in her voice made me regret even asking, and I stared at my phone confused.

"Yeah? Aren't you guys coming close to being done?"

"I uh... I don't know, Noah. I'll have to call you back, okay?"

"Okay?" I answered, my brows furrowed.

"I love you though."

"I love you too..." And with that, she was gone. I wonder what that was about?