"What's gonna happen now?" I ask, hugging my knees to my chest, looking at him stare off into space as he sits by the edge of the bed, naked and now suddenly confused.
"I don't know." He whispers.
"Hey, look at me." I mumble and he stays unmoving. "Look at me." I repeat myself and he finally looks at me from over his shoulder for a split second before looking ahead again.
"This was wrong." He mumbles, shaking his head. "I'm sorry for doing this to you."
"Doing what, Mike?"
"I ruined this... you... us..."
"No, no you didn't."
"I did... I fucked up again... I keep fucking things up, I just never learn to keep my fucking hands to myself. I can't not cause trouble. I'm a fuck up."
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just me... I'm sorry, I have to go." He mumbles and gets up, and starts looking for his clothes and starts getting dressed.
"Mike, what are you doing?"
"I have to go." He repeats himself.
"You can't leave before talking to me, Mike. You have to tell me what happened. You weren't like this minutes ago."
"I'm sorry." He shakes his head, putting his underwear on before putting his jeans back on. "I'm sorry if I confused you too, I'm sorry for doing this."
"What are you talking about? Talk to me, I don't get it."
"Just... let's never talk about this, okay? Forget this happened, forget we did this, alright? I have to go... do stuff..." He mumbles as he slips in his shirt and takes his jacket in his hand.
"But... we just... did it."
"It was nothing, forget it happened."
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell, grasping onto the sheets and pull them tightly against me to cover myself even though he already saw all of it. "You can't do this to me, Mike! Not after everything that just happened."
"I'm sorry... maybe we can move past this... be friends like we've been."
"I don't wanna be friends with someone who won't talk to me."
"I'm sorry, maybe this wasn't mean to be."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It won't work out."
"What won't work out?"
"Maybe in another life." He tips his chin before walking out of my room and I run after him but before I could even reach him, he was out the door and almost in his car.
Fuck him.
The sex wasn't even that good.
Okay, I won't lie, it was great but fuck him.
