6

"Let's try something crazy tonight." I walked into the living room where Aubrey was watching Tv. He sat up and looked at me over the back of the couch.

"Like what? Eating regular pasta as opposed to whole grain." I rolled my eyes and him and held out a small sandwich bag. "Wait where did you get that weed?" He sat up all the way, suddenly interested in what I had to say now.

"Walker brought it over one day." I shrugged. After my conclusion of earlier that I would start living outside my comfort zone, I remembered my best friend bringing this over. Walker was into drugs, like crazy stuff. I had been witness to her snorting a few lines of cocaine once. I was so shocked when I realized what she was doing, I'd never even smoked a blunt. Drugs really just didn't interest me, but alcohol, that was a different story. "Don't you do stuff like this a lot?"

"It's not all I do." He took the bag from me, opened it and smelled it. I raised an eyebrow at him and walked over to the couch. "It smells good at least."

"So uh, can we smoke it?" Aubrey looked up at me and chuckled. "What?"

"You want to smoke a blunt?" He was holding his stomach because he was laughing so hard. "Are you sure you're Emerson?"

"I want to, okay?" I sounded like a four year old throwing a tantrum.

"We don't having rolling papers or a bowl." He closed the baggy and set in on the table in front of us. I hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, but I wasn't gonna tell him that.

"Can't you improvise?"

"I could." He relaxed back into the couch and started flipping through stations. "But I'm not going to, you wouldn't like it anyway. Plus I really don't want to smoke with you." I was offended, what was wrong with smoking with me? "Before you get all worked up, I don't want to because you would be coughing the whole time. Not to mention the fact that I'd have to teach you; let's be real, you've never done any drugs. And to add on to all of that, when I smoke I want to fuck." He looked around the room dramatically. "And there's nothing here I want to fuck."

"Whatever." I crossed my arms and sat back on the couch. We sat there silently, both staring at the Tv. I was kind of offended, who was he to say that I wasn't good enough to have sex with him. I know that he didn't exactly say that but that's what it felt like he intended it to mean. I stood up after a few minutes and grabbed my bag. "I didn't want to have sex with you anyway." I stomped off to my room and slammed the door.

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I knew there was someone in my house because I heard Aubrey talking to them. I didn't care to see who is was because I was angry. I thought over it and why couldn't Aubrey have sex with me? I mean he did fuck many of the girls at the clubhouse. I get that I wasn't the most experienced, but that didn't matter. My curiosity finally won over my anger and I walked into the living room.

"There she is." Aubrey pointed over to me. I had no idea who this man was and I didn't care to know, I just wanted to be informed why he was in my house. "Emerson this is Finn. Jace sent him over to drop some things off." Finn nodded and turned back to Aubrey. I walked into the kitchen and started digging through the fridge for something to eat. "Are you not even gonna acknowledge him?"

"Hi." I turned gave him a sarcastic smile then went back to my task.

"Did I miss something?" Aubrey turned his attention towards me. "I didn't realize you were going to be a bitch once you came out of that room." I shut the refrigerator and turned towards him.

"Don't talk to me that way." I stated in a calm voice. I could feel the anger radiating off of Aubrey, I was starting to notice that he hated back talk; which was one of the things I was best at. I glaced at Finn, who looked uncomfortable. He grabbed his drink and walked out of the room.

"I'll talk to you however I want to talk to you." He spat. "And you don't have to act like a bitch to people that are helping your ungrateful ass."

"You're such an ass." Was the best thing I could come up with. I wanted to say more, to see that my words affected him, but I couldn't think of anything good.

"Yeah I know." I saw something dark in his eyes that I didn't like. I honestly couldn't believe he was getting this upset about something.

"What's you problem?" I asked.

"What's yours?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"You." I raised my voice a little. "You're so fucking rude."

"That's why you're being such a bitch? Because I'm rude." His mood lightened a little, but it was still tense. He started making his way towards me until he had me pinned against the counter. "I know why you're mad." He grabbed a piece of my hair and examined it. Aubrey was so close I could feel his breaths, and I didn't know to be scared or not.

"Why am I mad?" I had my hands on his chest, trying to create some distance.

"You're pissed off because I said I wouldn't fuck you." He laughed a little. "I hurt you feelings didn't I?" It sounded as if he was talking to a child. At this point I was trying my hardest to get space but he wasn't budging. "Tell me I'm right."

"You're not." Was the biggest lie I've ever told anyone.

"You wish I would too." His body was completely pushed up against mine. I'd expected him to be cold, to match his demeanor, but his skin was warm. "You want me to bend you over the counter and give it to you hard." I felt my cheeks heat up when his hands ran down my sides. "In fact I know exactly what you were thinking, he fucks all these girls, but not me? Maybe I will one day." At this point I was speechless and my hands were gripping his shirt, I wasn't sure if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer. He chuckled, then pushed away and causally walked out of the room.

I was left standing there in awe, not knowing what to think.