Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
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The first thing that happened once we reached the apartment was Benny locking himself in his room with Quincy. I felt terrible for the girl because I knew how worn down she would be. Benny wasn't athletic, but if I knew anything from being his roommate, it was that he had endurance. I was impressed that he was willing to sleep with a girl out of his league, sober. All of this so that I could get laid.
"So, do you wanna go to your room?" Her hands trailed down my chest suggestively, and I suppressed an eye roll.
"Not really," I replied honestly. Her smirk dropped, and she parted her lips. Has she never been rejected before? I get that she's hot and all, but who does this chick think she is?
"Are you gay or something?" I wasn't offended by her question, but I was annoyed. How conceited did she have to be to think that any guy not interested in her had to be gay?
"I'm not into blondes." It was only half true. I preferred brunettes, though I had hooked up with blondes before. I knew it would hurt her more if I told her she was the problem, so the lie fell smoothly from my lips.
What the hell was I thinking? I didn't care about her feelings!
Instead of voicing my thoughts aloud, I kept my mouth shut and watched how she processed my words slowly.
"I'm not a natural blond." I could picture my expression as she said that. I could see myself blankly staring back at her and then seething in anger. I had tried to be the nice guy.
"For fuck's sake! I'm not into you, and I don't want to fuck you!" She flinched as I shouted vulgarly. Her left eye twitched, and before I knew it, she slapped me twice. I was too astonished to say anything; all I could do was stare in shock. I could feel my skin start to sting. Had this bitch hit me?
At that moment, I was faced with two options; I could yell and lose my shit, or I could be the bigger person and ask her to leave. I ended up deciding to yell at her to go, which was kind of in the middle of my two choices. Even though the blonde, which I never learned the name of, left, Quincy surprisingly stayed. I was more shocked to find out that Benny had asked her to stay.
