Don't Think Twice

Ch 21: Apologies and Punishments

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Chapter 21: Liam

                Zarina. A girl I used to fool around with in eleventh grade, texts me three years later to ruin the one of the good things that I was enjoying in life. Going off on Airi was not wise but she made me sound like some man-whore that doesn’t appreciate his girlfriend. Which I do. More than ever.

What girl does that? She didn’t even let me explain yet she asks for an explanation. I have the worst temper, without a doubt, but hers…. Hers dominates. If I could compare my temper to hers mine would be the size of horse’s ass and hers would be the size of an elephant’s ass. No joke. And the shittiest part is I don’t apologize. Ever.

I let the thought fade, knowing it would ruin my mood. I got ready for soccer, rebelling against her past request. When I got there, everyone was practicing. As the team captain, I had to focus on the guys’ drills and techniques with extreme standards even I hardly passed.

“Alright. Line up and practice push passes into the goal. Marcus, tend to the net,” I said, signaling our goalie to take his stance. I strapped my shin guards and did quick warm-ups with the cones and a ball at the edge of the field. I realized this would give me time to think, something I really didn’t want to do at the moment. After a few minutes, I looked over at the guys seeing what they were up to. I ran over to help with they’re kicks when I saw them slacking off.

“Okay, I know no one wants to be here this early. But I promise party at my place on Friday if we win that game.”  They all hooted, their hands fisting the air. Party….Airi once again slipped into my head. God dammit.  I kicked a stray ball with all my angst.

“Aw f*ck! What the hell Liam?!” Marcus was on the ground, holding his crotch with his life.

“You’ll live.” They laughed as Marcus groaned with pain. Soccer practice progressed and it was already three. I rode home to finish the lab reports. Hours took their time to pass. I watched TV, played video games, talked to mom who was doing well, and did other pointless things, wasting precious time that would bite me in the ass in the future. It began to rain, making me more gloomy.

Two freaking days went by just like this. It was only Wednesday when the war inside me was prevailed.

‘You should say sorry to her,’ nagged my conscious. For what, I had no idea what she was freaking about. I grabbed my phone to look through the texts. I skimmed through the pictures knowing Airi would look so much hotter in these scraps of fabric. I finally reached the written parts. Oh…. Oh….

Zarina: want me 2 blow u agn, sweety? :D

This girl never blew me. Or did she…? No, she didn’t…I’m pretty sure.

Zarina: my new tongue piercing will make it much more pleasurable :)

Zarina: c’mon what r u waiting for? don’t u wna get suckd :P

Zarina: this BJ offer will expire in ten seconds :O

Zarina: kidding but hurry up my mouths getting dry :S

Aw shit. Not only were the smiley faces at the end annoying as f*ck but this girl had no shittin’ idea how messed up this was. Even though this could in no way be my fault, I knew I would have to turn around and say sorry.  I ran to my bike in the rain, heading to Airi’s place, hoping she wouldn’t make this any more difficult than it already is for me.

I got there, soaking wet. I was about the run up the stairs when I saw her standing there, her wet hair sticking to her skin.

“What are you doing outside in the rain? You’re going to get sick.”

“Why do you care? Shouldn’t there be a sl*t sucking you?” I chuckled at her angry eyes but red cheeks that radiated a sort of innocence.

“Where were you going?”

“You— Eli’s place.”

“Mhmm.” She turned around to go back upstairs. I then realized the mistake I made.

“Airi wait!”

“Sorry, I don’t do blow jobs. Go ask your night time tramp.” I ran up, grabbing her by the arm. “Leave me alone.”

“No, I won’t. I’m sorry, okay. There’s nothing going on between me and her. I swear. She was probably drunk when she sent me those texts.”

“Fine.” 

“Wait, that’s it? You made such a big ass deal about it before and now you’re just going to say fine?”

“I’m not done. I said fine, I believe you. But since I felt like utter crap that day, it’s your turn.” I was so close to going off on her, but knowing it was the wrong thing to do and that I would have to say sorry a second time, I listened to her propositions.

“First, you have to delete all those past friends from your contacts. And by friends, I mean any wh*re you fooled around with.” Reasonable, alright.

“Gladly.” I took five minutes to delete half the contacts on my phone. I then handed it to her to check. After several seconds of examination for suspicious names, she tossed it back.

“Second, no sex for a week.” She was challenging me. It was a shame I knew this game too well.

“I was a virgin for eighteen years; I think I’m capable of keeping it in my pants for a week.” She smirked knowing we were tied. But what she said next was just ludicrous considering it made no sense whatsoever.