Standarding Up

Chapter Five: Having Love Sucks

   "Well, well, well, if it isn't the biggest slut!" Mona cackled appearing from the darkest shadow. She looked like a villain the way only half of her face was showing. Sumner carefully slid me to the ground using his body to shield me from her. At first, I was embarrassed by our lack of clothing, but then thinking from a different point of view, she had no right to walk in on us... And continue to stare. It was like she was expecting The Sumner and Wynter Porn Show.

   "You just met this guy today and you're already screwing his brains out! Do you seriously have no morals? Just look at yourself!" She went on to say judgmentally.

   Still shielded from her, "I've known Sumner for almost a year now. Don't assume things you don't know. And me? No morals? Have you looked in a mirror?" Sumner's fingers gripped tighter on my hips.

   She laughed, "Oh, please. Tell me when you think of a better comeback." She turned to go, "And next time slut? Have the decency to do this behind closed doors." I stayed hidden until I could no longer hear the click-clack of her heels.

   Pushing Sumner's large frame off of me, "Wow, thanks Sumner. Why couldn't you say something to defend me?"

   He leaned over to pick up his boxers. "I, uh, well..." Did his brain forget how to make words into a  complete sentence?

   Now with my bra and panties on, I walked over to him. "You are such a coward! You couldn't have said that I wasn't a slut, or you knew me! Nothing! Jesus fucking Christ Sumner! It's like you believed her..."

   He cupped my chin roughfully, "Look, I think you're an independent woman. You can fight your own battles. I know you quite well. Did you suddenly forget how long we were together?"

   I stared at his gentle face, mine emotionless. "Obviously not if I just fucking told her I knew you for a year," I snapped my fingers near his ears, "do these things still work?" He unlatched his hands from my face.

   I gathered the rest of my stuff, putting my clothes back on. I watched Sumner dress himself. Was this the closure we, more specifically I, needed? A fight to declare our break-up was for real reasons? Did I need to tell him to fuck off or just bye? I continued to stand there dumbly thinking of all my options. Sumner bumped his hip against mine.

   "Wyn, I don't think you're a slut. But then again, I don't think I'm a coward. Not with me waltzing in and having my way with you," he winked, "I guess I'll see you later?" A sad smile crept on his face. He waved goodbye and just like that, he was gone out of my life. Well, not until he came back to work here anyway.

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   "Dude, Dexter! I have a hell of a story for-" He wasn't home alone. I threw my key unto the table and picked up the empty beer cans. I heard a low grunt coming from his room. Oh God. I did not want to be here while he was doing some girl. I was about to run back outside until Dexter came out of his room in a sweat, Wilson charging after him. He saw me and waved a hello. He then changed directions and slammed into Wilson knocking him hard on the ground. Wilson let out a low moan, rubbing his head.

   "Get off him Dexter! You hurt him!" I yelled, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and taking it to Wilson.

   "Wynter! Stop it!" He slapped the ice pack out of my hand. "Wilson is not a fucking girl. He'll be okay."

   Wilson laughed, "Stop fighting guys. Thanks Wynter, but I'll be okay without it." He stood up shakily but got his balance back within seconds.

   They made their way to the couch, turning on some gory movie. "Can you get us some beers Wyn?" Dexter asked, dark eyes still glued to the film.