A Friendly Experiment

Playing Dirty

CARTHRIDGE:

Sleeping in can be the most glorious thing in the world.  It's what I look forward to most on the weekends.  The best part about it, though, is when the sun hits your face and you're warm all over.  As I woke up this morning, that's how I felt; warm, and comfortable, and... COLD! SO FUCKING COLD!  and wet?  My eyes flew open and I shot out of my bed.  I was wet and cold, even colder now that I didn't have the blanket on me.  Holy fuck, I was cold!  When my eyes adjusted, I saw Avery, smiling with an empty glass.

"Sorry, I tripped." She said innocently.  I glared at her and looked over my bed, which was covered with water.

"Have I told you how much I hate you lately?" I asked rhetorically.  She shrugged and went back to her bed. 

It was Wednesday and I'd been living with this girl for way too fucking long.  The first ten minutes in the room together with her was way too long.  I was honestly going to kill her.  Yesterday was Hell.  I tried listening to my music and she kept turning it off, saying it was stupid.  Drake is not stupid, he's awesome and Canadian (can you say double threat?).  When I was in the bathroom she took the batteries out of my iHome and hid the fucking cord!  What a bitch!

"Are you gonna eat that?" She asked.  I gave her a confused look and she pointed down to a tray with my name on it.  It was a half eaten pancake with a bit of syrup.  I could se a bit of scrambled egg residue, otherwise, the plate and the glass next to it was empty.  I looked back at her. "What? I thought by the time you got  up it'd be lunch, besides it was getting cold." She stated.  I just glared. "So are you going to eat that?" She asked again.  This triggered a nerve.  My last nerve!  She was dead.

"Sure." I said, walking the tray over to her.  I picked the pancake off of the play and shoved it down her shirt.  Needless to say she flipped out and screamed.

"You bastard!" She yelled, taking it out of her shirt. "This was my good bra!"

"Why?  Did it make you look like you actually have tits?" I asked, laughing to myself.

"You're dead." She threatened.

"Better than living with you." I sassed.  I was sick of her shit, and if she wanted a fight, then that was exactly what I was going to give her.

"Is that the best comeback that you could think of?" She asked.

"Is that your best?" I scoffed. 

"What is your problem with me, Carthridge?" She asked.  I burst out laughing.

"I could go on forever, so you'll have to be more specific, sweetheart." I said, knowing how much she hated it when I called her that.

"I know what your problem is." She smirked. "You've finally met a girl who wouldn't have sex with you."

"Please, like I'd ever want you!" I laughed.

"You'd want anything that moves." She sneered.

"Don't make me puke!  You are the last girl on Earth that I'd fuck!" I raised my voice to get the point through. "Even if you were the last girl on Earth, I let the human population die!"

"Well that's just horrible!  At least if you were the last guy, I'd--" She started.

"You'd fuck me?" I asked, surprised that she'd actually admit to her secret want to do me.

"No!  I was saying that I hold you hostage, cut you open, harvest your sperm, and restart the human race in a petri dish!" She explained.

"That's sick!" I said, stepping back from the crazy human who was in front of me. "Besides, I doubt you and your tiny brain would every be able to do that."

"It'd be easier than trying to wrap my brain around finding you attractive." She sassed.

"Oh, Avery.  Don't try to hide the fact that you want me." I shot her a smile.

"Oh, no you don't!  You're just trying to deflect the fact that you like me by saying that I like you!" She was starting to confuse me.

"Whatever!" I yelled, hoping to stop the confusion she was creating. "The fact is.  You want me." I smiled, pretending like I was hated anymore from our argument.  She was getting even more mad, and I could sense that this argument wasn't anywhere near over.

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AVERY:

"I don't want you!" I screamed, hoping he would stop accusing me of the heinous crime.  He kept saying that I wanted him, but hopefully he didn't actually believe that.  I only ever said that he liked me to get under his pale skin; I never actually believed that he liked me.

"I have to say, this little act is quite adorable." He smiled.  He was yelling anymore and I was so confused.  I was used to yelling, I could take yelling, and I would totally win a yelling war.  Maybe that's what he wanted?  He knew I could win a yelling match, so he stopped.  Well two can play at this game.

"So you think I'm adorable?" I asked, giving him my best attempt at a sexy smile.  I could tell that I caught him off guard, when he didn't respond quickly. "I have to admit, you were right." I made myself blush.

"I knew it." He said, obviously not believing me and trying to process what I was doing.  He couldn't though; his dinosaur-size bran was no match. 

"I want you Carthridge." I said, trying not to laugh or vomit.  Suddenly he didn't look so shocked anymore, and he smiled at me.  I'm not going to lie, this made me worried.

"Oh, Avery.  Avery, Avery, Avery." Every time he said my name, it was like a shot to the heart. "You think you can play this game?" He stepped closer to me, so much that he was just inches from me.  I'd never realized how tall he was. "Do you really think you're ready for the big leagues." He asked, softly.  He started to brush his finger delicately up my arm.  I had to stay strong; I couldn't let him win.

"Oh, I'm ready." I whispered, trailing my hand on his chest and on his collarbone.  He gave me a smile and his fingers reached my neck. Suddenly I wasn't so calm and cool.  What was wrong with me?  As soon as he touched my skin, I lost it.  I became hot and picky.  I tried not to let it show; I tried to be strong.

"Maybe you are." He whispered into my ear.  I could feel his lips, so close to my neck and it made me nervous.  This was all too new and too weird!  He looked my in the eyes and started to lean in.  He came closer and closer, and as he did his other hand started to trickle down my body.  Close, closer, down, down...

"No!" I screamed.  As he smiled over his win, I got flustered and I ran into the bathroom.  I slapped the door behind me and locked it.  I slid down the door and took a few calming breaths.

I had let Carthridge Wright win.  It wasn't they fact that he's won, but the way that he'd one.  He preyed upon the one thing, that had never been preyed upon before: my sexual experience.  It's not that I wasn't experienced, but the fact that I'd never had anyone touch me that way before.  Usually I was the one initiating the contact, and when I did I was passionate and firm.  Now it was him and he was soft and sweet; it was sick!  Like a fucking fairytale or something!  But I liked it.  I had to admit this.  I did like the way he touched me and his wandering hand wasn't bad either.  But he will never know that!

I stood and ran some cold water.  I splashed it over my face, but it wasn't helping.  I looked at the reflection in the mirror; I looked the way I felt.  I glanced back to the shower and took and ever deeper breath.  Without thinking much, I stripped and turned the water on.  I hopped in and made sure the water was ice cold.  It felt like needles on my skin, but that's exactly what I needed.  It was like a baptism (not really, but kinda).  After I got out, a new me was born.  It was a me that wasn't afraid, a me that knew what she was going to do, a me that knew just how Carthridge liked to play, a me that was going to win.