Hate Sex is So Hot

14 - Tequila is a Girl's Best Friend

IT'S A CHAPTERRRRR FINALLY

it's short and you'll all hate me BUT WE'RE BACK!!

I lost.

Twice.

It was weird. I'd only known Scott for a little bit, and we were already playfully teasing each other. Also we were literally having sex, so that was pretty... interesting.

Scott was a little extra affectionate afterwards though. He was all giggly, and he insisted that I stayed in his bed. He wasn't even drunk or anything, so it's safe to say I was confused. But i just assured him that I'd be right back.

Slipping on some new underwear and a big shirt I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, holding up my shirt. But only for a second before I quickly turned back to Scott.

"Go brush your teeth."

He raised an eyebrow. "But I already did."

Oh great. Was sassy Scott already back?

"Your mouth was on my dick."

"Not my teeth."

"You licked my asshole."

He yelled and "Ew!" And grumbled, walking to the bathroom where I had just previously brushed my teeth. I knew he was good about brushing, and that he was just arguing to argue.

God damn it Scott! What's with these fucking mixed signals?!

I sat down on the side of his bed when I heard a buzz. It was his phone, and come on. I couldn't help but look.

Alex: Yo so did u do it yet??????
Alex: cmon I want $$$$$$$

I just started down, confused. What was Scott doing tonight for money? All he was supposed to be doing was hanging out with me, Avi, Kevin, and Kirstie. He came back in and his eyes widened, so I just held up the phone and grinned mischievously.

"What? Did your friends bet on you having an orgy?"

He grabbed for his phone with a roll of his eyes. It seemed so... harsh. Compared to everything else. I didn't get it. He was so nice one minute, but so mean the next.

Bing!

I looked down. They say sometimes that ignorance is bliss, and maybe that's true. But after you know something, thinking of not knowing about it just makes you sick to your stomach, thinking of how you could have gotten tricked like that.

Alex: lol U too wimpy to date the boy
Alex: it's only for a weeeeeeek
Alex: 40 dollars!! Come on that's like so much i haven't eaten actual food in like yearssssss

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If you told me that Scott hated me, I'd just laugh a little and tell you that I knew. But see this... seeing how fake all of his kindness was and knowing that mine was actually genuine made me feel like I was going to cry. Of course! Of course he wasn't nice. Why did I even get my hopes up! Had I gotten my hopes up?

Fuck, that's why he was all over the place. He couldn't just suddenly turn nice; it had to be believable, didn't it.

I glared up at him, tears in my eyes.

"40 fucking dollars? You asshole."

His eyes went wide with shock.

"Mitch, I-"

I slammed his phone into his chest. His chest that I gasped into when we had sex. That I had thought about curling up and sleeping on while he played with my hair. God. God!

That's when it hit me.

I liked Scott Hoying.

In a romantic way.

And he pretended to like me back because he wanted a night out with his friend or something else fucking dumb.

-

After storming out of the dorm room, I ended up at Mamrie's house. If I knew one thing; it was who had the most alcohol. Thankfully she let me drink my problems away, and sleep on her floor. She even offered the bed.

"Why can't I be... straight?" I mumbled, my words slurring. "Girls are so... nice. Boys are disgusting."

She laughed a little and patted my back. "Don't worry. Scott's awful. There are plenty of good boys out there."

"But I... felt something!! It was like kissing was... really good... like when in moves... that they say, 'we kissed and I felt the spark!! Of love!!' I felt it!"

She rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. "You should go to bed, Mitch." I didn't say anything as she got more tissues for my cheeks. I blew my nose and tossed the paper in the trash can.

"Score." I muttered halfheartedly. That sounded like something Scott would say.

-
At about 2 am I got up again, and left Mamrie's house. We didn't even break up; why was I treating this like it was the end of the world? I had come to terms with it. I like Scott.

Liked him.

But it still didn't seem like the worst thing ever in the rational part of my mind... so why was I so bent out of shape about it?

"Mitch?"

I turned around. My eyes were red and puffy and full of tears.

I sniffed.

"Avi?"