Find Her, Keep Her (CFTM Sequel)

Chapter 10 (Part 2)

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Elias 

"Sure, but I'm a burn victim. There's this thing called TV and if you actually watched it, you'd know that burn victims are top priority."

She rolls her eyes which last time I checked was code for me winning.

"This isn't Grey's Anatomy, Elias. And for the record, getting coffee spilled on your crotch hardly qualifies you as a burn victim as I'm sure Dr. Garrett will inform you once he looks at your--your--situation."

Her cheeks flood red too fast for her to hide it. Good to know she still feels human emotions.

"So, why not let him do it now? A couple minutes of patience wouldn't kill you," I say.

"I'm sorry but I have better things to do than wait around and watch you have your scrotum examined. If you were a decent human being, you'd understand that. You'd also have enough manners to let a lady go first," she says.

I could be mature and let her have what she wants, but I've still got a good ten years until I have to adult so screw that.

"What lady? I don't see any ladies around here. There's just you."

Jersey's eyes double in size before shrinking back into murder slits.

"You are so lucky someone else is in the room right now, Elias, 'cause if there wasn't I'd--"

"Sorry to interrupt you two, but can I make a suggestion to solve your problem?"Dr. Garrett reaches into his lab coat and pulls a shiny new quarter out of his pocket. I nearly stop breathing and from the looks of it, Jersey has too, 'cause she's dead quiet and unnaturally still.

"Heads or tails, young lady," he asks.

"Tails."

Typical.

"Alright then, it's heads for Mr. King. Here we go!"

"Actually can we not do this? I really hate coin tosses and I--"

Jersey's begging comes a couple seconds too late, 'cause Dr. Garrett calls out heads as the winner before she can stop him.

"Boom! Heads! Kings never lose baby!"

Biggest lie of the day, but I'm strutting around the room bragging like it's true because my inner insecure asshole just can't seem to help himself.

"Go screw yourself, Elias."

"Oh trust me, I do. Daily. But maybe not . No, thanks to you."

Jersey responds to me with some kind of vomiting noise and then flips me the bird, before grabbing her iPod and sticking in her headphones to drown me out.

As easy as it to slip back into arguing with her, my stomachs tying itself into knots the more distant she gets.

I want her to stay. To stick around as long as she feels like she has to, even though I don't have the right to make her.

I open my mouth and say stupid shit to her 'cause it's an excuse for us to talk.

Even if we're fighting.