Friends with Benefits

Part 5

Justin and me kept kissing as he sat me up on the side table, he started roaming hands under my shirt.

No, I am not having sex with him. He can beg and pull me into as many make-out sessions as he wants but I'm going make him suffer.

I want him to want me more and more as he doesn't get me.

He's going to learn to not double-cross me.

I love him and he's my best friend but he should have seen this coming, I am a stubborn one and I hold grudges for a long time.

I was still a little sad and disappointed in his actions but I don't want that to show right now. He wanted me, right here right now, and knowing that made me feel powerful.


I reached up my shirt grabbing his hands and making him stop touching me, without stopping the kiss. He groaned into my mouth as he struggle to put his hands back where he had them, but I wasn't letting him.

He pulled away from my lips breathing heavy "what the hell is it now!?" He was mad, oops,that wasn't the plan.


Now I was gonna act mad too, oh boy "what the hell do you think is m problem?! You fucked another girl there's no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me!" "I swear why the hell do I bother my time with you? Your so immature! That's what I get for falling for a girl who is 4 years younger than me!"

Falling? Oh okay.

No.

"Falling?! Oh stop your bullshit if you were "falling" for me you wouldn't want to fuck anyone else! I fell in love with you years ago and all you wanna do is insist that it's nothing to anyone who suspects its not!" I was in his face ranting and it felt good to get it out.

He was towering over me but I didn't look threatened.

"If you want sex, go get it from someone else cause I am never letting you use my body again!"

"Fine, I will all i have to do it open my front door and I've got my girl for the night!" He shouted.

"Then go home!"

"Fine!" Justin barged out of my room and moments later I heard my front door shut.

Now that I was out of the heat, I regretted telling him to leave. I need him, but he doesn't need me.

Now the only thing I can do is sit here on my bed and cry.

That's exactly what I was going to do, I lost everything.

It was now about 9pm at night and I was miserable. I think it's safe to say it was worse than last night. I was laying in bed in the exact same place Justin was earlier, watching Law and Order and crying. Justin's probably fucking some girl or getting wasted at a bar.

I got up to get something to eat and drink. I walk downstairs into my kitchen and get a vanilla cherry cola and a family sizes bag of Doritos.

I eat when I'm sad... And happy, and hungry, and mad, and basically any other emotion.

Suddenly Justin ran through my front door quickly slamming it behind him.

He was breathing really hard and put his back to the door, locking it.

He had a nose bleed! He looked at me with pleading eyes and my mother instincts kicked in.

I rushed him to my downstairs bathroom immediately, what the fuck happened!?
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