"Rhett," her voice was angry. "Penelope is my friend."
"She's not your best friend." I sighed. "She's never liked me. It's obvious to me that she doesn't want me in your life."
"She does like you." She sighed.
"I don't care about her. I don't want to talk about her. I want to talk about us. I want to talk about why you've been ignoring me. I want to talk about what's going on." I shouted feeling angry. "And I'm pissed that I sound like a little pu**y wanting to talk about anything."
"Rhett," she touched my arm. "Are you okay?" Her voice was soft and I gave her a quick glance. I saw concern in her face and I felt a part of me softening. Even after everything that had happened, she was still worried about me. It made me angry. I wanted her to harden up. I wanted her to tell me to f**k off. I wanted her to tell me that she'd had enough. I wanted to see her turn her back on me. I wanted it and didn't want it at the same time. A part of me wanted it because it would prove to me once and for all that nothing was forever. Not love and not friendships.
"I'm fine." I growled and moved my arm away from her. I didn't want her touching me. I didn't want her concern. I wanted so much more from her. My body craved carnal knowledge of her, even though my brain told me that it would be a mistake.
"I can't believe you're angry at me." She sighed. "It's me that should be upset."
"Can't we just forget all of it?" I sighed. "Let's go home and watch a movie and forget everything."
"That's fine by me." She shrugged and a part of me relaxed. Everything would be okay if we could just forget everything that had happened recently.
"So you wanna watch a movie?" I pulled up to my house and she smiled at me hesitantly.
"Yeah." She nodded. "Chick flick?"
"Hell no." We both laughed as I shook my head.
“Fine.” She sighed and I looked at her carefully. I could see the traces of tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I frowned as I turned off the engine and turned to her. “Why are you crying? Are you upset because of Elliott?”
“No.” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.” She looked away from me.
“What happened, Clementine?”
“He tried to tell me we couldn’t be friends.” She sighed. “When we left the truck show, he told me I had to pick between you and him. Then he tried to touch me.”
“What?” I frowned. “Where the f**k is he right now?”
“It’s okay, Rhett.” She grabbed my arm. “He tried, but I didn’t let him.”
“Where did he try to touch you?” I growled, feeling angrier than I’d ever felt.
“On my br**sts.” She bit her lower lip. “He said he wanted to play with my tits and do something else.” Her voice dropped.
“Do what?” My eyes narrowed.
“I don’t wanna say.” She shook her head.
“Clementine, tell me.” I took a deep breath, imagining what he had said.
“He said he wanted to titty f**k me.” She whispered and I froze. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was furious, but I felt like a hypocrite. How could I get angry at what he had tried to do, when I had technically titty f**ked her friend the previous evening. It wasn’t like I was any better than him. Maybe even worse. He actually liked Clementine. I couldn’t give two f**ks about Penelope.
“Say something, Rhett.” She groaned and I looked up at her red face.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.” I sighed. “He’s a pig and you’re better off without him. Let’s go inside, okay.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “I can’t believe how different he was.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her as we walked into my house.
“He seemed so nice, like he liked me, but all he cared about was sex.”
“What can I say?” I shrugged, not wanting to tell her that was basically every guy. I didn’t want to give her any excuse to go back to him. “He was a jerk.”
“Yeah he was.” She frowned. “I’m so pissed at myself. I can’t believe I treated you like shit and he was such an ass**le.”
“It’s okay.” I rubbed her hair. “All’s forgiven.”
“I’m so glad you’re not like him.” She shuddered. “You would never pretend to be into a girl, just to get laid. You’re straight up about it from the beginning.”
“Well, I don’t sleep around that much.” I frowned.
“I know.” She smiled at hooked my arm. “What movie do you want to watch?”
“I don’t know. Let’s see what’s out.” I opened the front door. “Bedroom or living room?”
“Let’s go to the bed.” She smiled. “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I want to relax.”
“Sounds good.” I nodded and we walked to my room. “Could you imagine if Elliott could see us now?” I laughed. “He’d go crazy.”
“Penelope as well.” She laughed. “She doesn’t think it’s healthy that we’re so close.”
“Oh, have you heard from her?” I kept my voice light.
“Not since yesterday.” She shrugged. “Why?”
“No reason.” I shook my head and we hopped onto the bed. “Okay, let’s see what we have.” I turned Netflix on my TV and flicked through movies. “Okies, what about a comedy?”
“That’s fine.” She jumped off of the bed and I watched as she walked to my closet. “Hey, can I borrow a t-shirt?” She glanced at me as she opened the door. “I’m not super comfortable in these jeans and tank top.” She grinned at me and I nodded. “Thanks.” She pulled a white t-shirt out and I watched her as she undid her jeans. “Turn around, Rhett.”
“Okay.” I turned towards the TV, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was that Clementine was taking her clothes off in my room. It had never felt like this before. I’d never felt so tense and stiff. All of a sudden, it didn’t seem so innocent any more.
“Oh this is much better.” Clementine spoke and I turned to look at her. I froze as she walked towards me and jumped on the bed. I wasn’t sure if she realized it, but I could see her ni**les clearly through my white t-shirt. Her br**sts bounced as she moved and I groaned inwardly as my t-shirt rode up her legs as she settled onto the bed.