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Last night was a fucking blow out. We only got half way there and then she told me to stop. She's a fucking cocktease. I left afterwards even though she kept calling me to come back. I'm done with her, we're through. I had to put up with all her crap in hopes that maybe she would think about me, maybe she would put away all her stupid insecurities to give me what I've been waiting for. But no, she had to play it the hard way.

"She pisses me off!" I tell Michael Guy. He's Michael number 2 but instead of saying that we just say his second name, which is Guy. I can tell he's getting tired of me talking about her like some moping little bitch...but for some reason I can't stop thinking about her. Something's wrong with me. What next? A period?

"Mmmhmm, you've said that one already." he tells me. "You better fix this up because you're playing like shit."

"Here! You win. I don't wanna play stupid video games anyways." I through down the controller. 

"You're acting like a pussy." He tells me flat out and blunt. "Man up."

I laugh slightly. My cellphone rings. It's here. Should I answer? No, I'm mad at her. But I really need to talk to her. "Should I answer it?" I ask panicking.

MG just shakes his head. I realize that I sound like a woman. 

I cough and answer the phone on the last ring while he's not looking. "Hello?" I ask a little too hopefully.

"Geez!" Michael Guy shouts.

"Hello?" I ask again.

"Hey man," my face falls. "When are we ganna have band practice again?"

"Adam! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME! YOU NEVER CALL ME!" I shout embarrassed for hoping it was her in the first place, I should be mad at her. We're done.

"Woa, man..Are you finally busy or something?" he asks me.

"No."

"Well then when are we ganna go get band practice?"

"Urghh, you guys can practice without me again!!"

He laughs. "We didn't practice yesterday, we just sat on ur roof and got high."

I look at Michael Guy and he shruggs at me.

"Well this time practice. I gotta be somewhere."

"I can't practice next weekend." he told me.

"Why not?"

"I'm going to my grandma's house."

I humorlessly laugh. "Yeah right. See you next weekend." and then hang up.

Me and Michael guy feel bored so there's nothing really left to do but smoke. The summer was always boring. We're not potheads, we only do it when we're bored. Hmm, that still sounds pretty bad. I'm not addicted, I can quit. But I'm not so sure about Michael Guy, he goes pretty hard, and not just pot either.

The fourth day is the day when Kelsey finally calls me. I had the phone in my hands (deciding whether or not to call her) so I answered on the first ring.

"Hello?" I answer calmly.

"Woa, that way fast." she commented.

"What?" I asked confused and then got it. "Oh, I was just got off the phone with Tiffany."

"Oh." she said surprised in a good way--for me. "Y-you and Tiffany are talking again?" she asked cautiously.

"Yeah, we have this English thing together and she had a question. She called cause she had a question and then we ended up having this long conversation."

"Oh." she says again.

It's quiet. I'm smiling wide, I just showed her.

"Can I help you?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Actually...can you forgive me?" she asked.

"For what?" 

She laughed nervously.

"What?"

"For ditching you. Well actually you sort of ditched me...and I was just scared you'd hold it against me."

Now I'm quiet. What am I supposed to say now. I want it to be over but then again, I don't...I want her beg for me and proove that she deserves me. I've been ultra patient. "Kelsey, I think we should other--"

"No, don't say that!" she stops me. "I'm sorry it took me so long to call, I just didn't know what to say to you..." she stops and takes a deep breath. Now I can hear her crying in the backround. 

"Don't cry..." I say in a low voice.

"So you're just done with me?" She cries.

I shouldn't have answered the phone, do I really have to go over this again? I don't know why I missed her so much, all she does is castrate me and embarrass me.

"Yeah." I tell her.

Everything stops.

"Hello?" What happened? "Are you still there?"

I hear her uneven breathing. "So you're just done with me like that? Just like that? You'd give it all up for meaningless sex?"

"I told you that sex meant a lot  to me! And I just don't think you're ready." I try to calm her down.

"WHO CARES IF I'M NOT READY TO STICK YOUR DICK IN ME?? Relationships are about a LOT more than that!" She starts shouting again, but the words come out mushy and stuck together.

"I CARE IF YOU'RE NOT READY, GOD! I'VE WAITED LIGHTYEARS FOR YOU TO BE READY! ARE YOU A LESBIAN? IS THAT IT?" I know she's not a lesbian but I can't think of anything else to say.

"You're such a jerk!" she shouts.

"How?"

"You lied to me! All that time you lied to me!"

"When? When did I lie?"

"When you told me that you loved me!!! WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU FUCKING LOVED ME!"

"I do love you!" I realize.

"Than why are you so concerned about sex if you loved me for who I am?"

"Because SEX is a part of who I am. And I'm not changing that for you. Sorry!" I sneer. That was mean.

"Yeah, says the guy who's only had it twice!"

Stuck there...."I'm a fucking guy, it says in my fucking memory! And I'm tired of you trying to castrate me!"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, that's what you're trying to do! You're trying to turn me into your bitch!"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM?" 

"You can't immasculate me!"

"I was never trying to--"

"Just because I can't use my cock on you doesn't mean I can't get sucked and fucked from someone else."

she stops. we BOTH stop. I can't believe I just said that.

I hear one last of her breath and then a click and she's gone.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

Oh shit...that was all my fault. I hang up the phone to see Michael Guy staring at me histerically.

"Dude, you just--"

"SHUT UP!" I roared at him and then walked away into his room slamming his door.

Shit.