We Can't Be Friends

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Proof

(Laila)

"AAAAHHH!!!" I screamed in disbelief, and my jerk rolled me by the edge of bed, hitting the night lamp next to me. 

I wiped my dirty drool and tugged my messed-up hair behind my ear.

Where the hell I-fucking-am?

Trevor's muscular figure, which was hidden under the covers, quickly shot up. "WHAT HAPPENED?"

"HOW AM I HERE?" Like a hen, I rotated my head around.

"I don't understand." He rubbed his eyes and stared at me. His shirtless torso rose along with him, and his six packs were giving me a bad idea.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I pull the sheets around me and make sure my fist is ready if he does anything stupid.

"Sleeping with you."

"W-WHAT!!"

"No, no, no. I mean, I-I just-" He pushed his hands toward me.

"DON'T!" I screamed my lung out, getting my fucked-up body out of the bed. "DO NOT MOVE A MUSCLE!"

Once my feet touched the ground, it stinged, and I fell back while my hand tangled with the night lamp's wire, followed by a noise of crackers.

My butt ached, and right next to me were a million pieces of the bulb of the lamp.

Argh!! I understand Humpty-Dumpty now!

"Are you okay??" Trevor jumped out of the bed and touched my shoulder.

Why is he shirtless?

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I tried to get up, but sh*t!!

"AAH!" My ankle felt like it was being cut with a raw butcher knife.

"Stop twisting it!" Trevor pulls my leg towards him, and I slide in a jiff to his face while my hand hangs over his bare shoulder.

I slapped him with no thought, and his face swung to one side.

"Shit!" He cups his cheek in agony. "Why did you do that?"

"You fucked me last night!!" I wrapped my finger around his neck furiously.

Why is his neck so big?

"I did?" Trevor spoke, unaffected by my choking treatment.