Hate Sex is So Hot

17 - Cookies For Sex

Winter break was so great. I loved spending time with my family; and having a getaway from Scott and Travis and Alex and all of that bullshit was just what I needed, really.

But the world must have something against me, because as soon as I opened the door to my room I saw Scott, going through my fucking drawers.

"Hey!" I shouted, and slammed the door. Because what the fuck? I dropped my bag and stormed over to him; he looked like a deer in the headlights right about now. After a second, though, he just got that cold 'I hate being alive' expression that he always has around me and tried to walk the other way. I grabbed his arm.

"Nuh-uh-uh. What the hell were you doing?" I demanded, pointing at my dresser. He just raised his eyebrows.

"Take a look." And then that asshole ripped his arm away from mine and walked back towards his bed.

So I did take a look. In the drawer was a white box. I honestly half expected to find a dead animal inside; but the other half of me knew that Scott would cry if he accidentally stepped on a cat's tail, so I was probably safe. Slowly lifting the lid I saw a bunch of... sweets? Cookies?

"We had extra." He said, leaning back, apparently texting someone. I didn't have anything to say honestly; but yeah, I knew what this was about. Maybe he was trying to say 'I know what you were really doing back then, you fuck.' Or maybe he was just being nice and returning the favor...? Nah, no way. 

"Uh... thanks." I shut the drawer. He nodded. "Yeah."

The tension in the air was killing me. Of course that was to be fucking expected; Scott god damn Hoying was sitting next to me. It was just to uncomfortable though. He looked up just in time to see me standing by his bed.

"I'm really mad at you." I said.

He blinked. "I know."

I took a breath, and let my thoughts come out as words. "I'm so mad at you, I could just punch something. It makes me so fucking... ugh, angry... it's such a bad feeling too. Fuck you."

"Well - " He started softly, but I cut him off.

With a slap to the face.

He just blinked a couple more times, obviously in shock before taking a deep breath. Almost as if he was saying yeah, I deserved that. The fragile Scott I had been seeing this past month was one hundred percent there for almost a second; and I looked him right in the eyes. He looked back at me. And I actually felt bad.

But then that Scott was completely gone, and he turned his head, tapping his red cheek.

"That hurt. You need to kiss it better."

I raised my eyebrows and scoffed. What, did he really think I wanted to play his dumb little game still? I was still so mad, I'd probably end up sitting on his dick and then punching him in the gut.

"Come on, I won't tell anyone you me if you do."

Angrily, I gave him a soft peck on the cheek. "You wouldn't anyways, asshole."

I half expected him to say something like 'speaking of, how's yours doing?' Or maybe I was just being hopeful. God damn it, that fucking dream I had a couple nights ago was still haunting me.

I leaned against his dresser. "God damn it, I'm horny."

After a couple seconds I realized that yes, I had said that out loud. And after almost jumping out of my skin I felt myself blush an unflattering shade of red before taking a breath. "I-"

With a startled gasp, I was pulled into the bed. Although actually pulling someone onto a bed wasn't as smooth as it sounds, so I just kind of fell across Scott's lap. I quickly did sit up though, and almost hopped off the bed.