Two Pieces

"It's My Birthday, I'll Get High If I Want To"

"Jesus fuck!" Sofia yelled, as Isaac pumped his fingers in and out of her. She slammed her back against the metal locker trying to get more friction, and tried to keep her leg in place on the bench behind her.

"Holy shit! Yes!" Sofia cried out, again, as he pumped harder, reaching her explosion. He quickly put his hand over her mouth before she could yell out anymore.

"Will you keep it down?" he hissed, pulling out of her, and smirking, "I'm in the locker room of your brothers gym, if I get seen, I'll be dead."

"Relax," Sofia said, trying to catch her breath and pushing him off her, "They aren't even here. Early work out with Emily and Katie."

"Well, we certainly got a work out in, didn't we?" Isaac said, reaching for his shirt.

"You don't sound as satisfied as I do," Sofia said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"What are we even doing Sofia?" Isaac snapped, finally giving into the tension that had been between them, "Sneaking around, finger fucking in some disgusting locker room? I mean, what's the point?"

"I didn't know there had to be a point," Sofia growled, pulling her pants up.

"What am I, Sof?" Isaac asked, "Am I distraction? Am I your way of rebelling? Like what the hell is this?!"

"Why does it have to be anything?" Sofia snapped, shoving him, "I mean, I don't hear you complaining when you're coming all over my God damn face."

"I just think that we should give this some thought," Isaac said, "What we're doing, is fucking dangerous. If anyone finds out –"

"You think too much," Sofia sighed, "I have it under control!"

"Yeah, that's you," Isaac said, rolling his eyes, "You always have it under control. Everything. You always have it all under control."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sofia growled, her voice tight.

"It means, your life has been flipped upside down and you are barely staying above the surface. But instead of learning how to swim, you call me when you want to forget about it all instead dealing with the shit in your head!"

"Oh, I see," Sofia said, stepping back, "Cause you don't call me when it all gets to be too much..."

"Of course I do," Isaac admitted, "But this thing we have is never going to be real. We can't really talk to each other about anything. It can't be real as long as we're in this fucking town, playing on opposite sides."

"We're gonna have this fight again?" Sofia snapped, turning away from him, "What do you want from me Isaac?"

"I just want you to be honest!" Isaac snapped.

"Fucking honesty," Sofia mumbled to herself, frustrated with the word.

"Do you see this going anywhere?"

"I don't know!" Sofia cried, "I just know that you and me, it helps."

"Helps what?" Isaac asked.

"Helps quiet the shit going on in my head," Sofia admitted, "And I get if you don't want to be apart of that. But this isn't a one-way street, Isaac. You get as much distraction and fun out of this as I do. But if you want to call it off, just say the fucking word."

"Right, so you can go find some other distraction?" Isaac asked, cruelly.

"It's not like that," Sofia argued.

"Yes it is!" Isaac cried, "You go from one boy to another, you don't care about their feelings. You don't have real feelings for any one of them. I'm not even sure you have real feelings for anything. You use them because they give you some self worth, and because while they've got their mouth all over you, you don't have to deal with reality."