The Flyer

CHAPTER 42: Four

CHAPTER 42: Four

"I told you that Melanie would find a way to get him to fuck her," Mark told Gretchen.

The three of us had gotten together at our old hangout spot because Gretchen was apparently upset that I'd had sex with Melanie— which was irrational considering we were all prostitutes. We literally had sex for a living.   

"It's Kyle," Mark said exasperated, "Why would you expect him to keep it in his pants?"

"Mmm he's right you know," and they look at me amazed because I'm actually agreeing with him for once. I turn to Mark and lean in, then a smirk takes over my face as I whisper, "I'll fuck you too if you ask nicely." 

Mark's face flushes despite his ridiculous dislike for me. 

"Kyle," Gretchen warns.

"What? He knows it's crossed his mind before."

Mark gets even more flushed, be it from anger or that he's actually flustered, I'm amused just the same. "It has not! This isn't even why we're here right now! She's mad because you fucked Melanie!"

I shrug. "She wanted me to so I did. What's there to talk about?"

"It's Melanie! Isn't she like a little sister to you? Family?" Gretchen gives me a face and it reminds me of the face Janis would give me every time I'd fool around with Wendy. 

Disappointment. I hate that look.

"Hey, I told her no, but she kept insisting. Why am I the bad guy here? All I did was give the kid what she wanted."

"She's going to get even more attached to you, Kyle! That's the problem! You knew she liked you so why would you do that if you knew damn well what it would mean to her? Especially since you're just visiting!"

I guess I hadn't thought about that... But I didn't come here to get fucking yelled at. "I'll fucking talk to her if you want," I get up from the table and turn to leave.

"Watch him end up fucking her again," Mark whispers to Gretchen.

I turn around immediately. "Don't worry about that, Mark, I won't. I'll just go fuck Christian instead."

His mocking grin falls and he glares at me, but I don't care. Fuck him. He wanted to talk shit then I'd attack right back. 

***

"Listen, you're cute and all. I genuinely think so, but I can't stay."

"You can stay," She was going to cry. I could feel it. "You just don't want to." 

"I don't live here, Mel. I just came to visit."

"Then let me go with you!"

"Sweetheart, no. You're a kid. I can't take care of--"

"I'm not! I can take care of myself!"

"Mel, stop making this so difficult. I'm not staying and that's it. And your crying isn't going to work either."

She hugs me then and I hesitantly hug her back. I pat her back and let go, but she doesn't. Her hands move to under my shirt and her hands run around my skin. She kisses my face and my neck. She bites and I like it, but I don't do anything. She grabs my hands and places one on her breast and expects me to squeeze, but I don't. 

She looks at me then. An intense sadness and confusion take over her features.

"I said no."