A Trip To The Pool House #3
"Dude. The fact that you're standing in front of her with your dick still hanging out from fucking that skank ass over there, I'd say you're full of shit."
My cheeks burn as I scramble to pull my jeans up. Self-recrimination and anger fill up inside me, and I take it out on her, even though no one deserves it but me.
"Not your business."
"Oh, but it is," Charlie snaps. "She's my best friend." She tilts her head, studying me. "Funny enough, I'm not going to fuck her, though."
"You definitely should, Char. I'd have you forgetting this douchebag's name in a heartbeat. I'll eat that pussy so good, baby," Amelia croons, poking her tongue out to lick her lips, which causes Charlie to laugh.
Tears pour down my face, and I don't have the energy to wipe them away or care to. Charlie deserves to see my remorse. She deserves to know that what just happened was the worst choice I've ever made in my entire fucking life.
I can see Rianna moving from the corner of my eye, but she's the last damn person I care about.
Too bad I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Hatred for Rianna and myself takes up residence inside me.
Charlie glances over at her. "He's all yours. I don't want him anymore."
I shake my head vigorously as my mouth goes dry, like it'll erase the words Charlie just told her. "No, I'm not. I'm not hers, Charlie. I'm yours. Have been since we were five."
"I hate you."
Her whispered words drop me to my knees as my body empties of everything I've ever felt. Silent sobs shake my body as I stare at this beautiful girl I've broken beyond repair. She's doing her best to stand so strong, but through my tears, I spot the battle she's fighting.
Fucking Rianna comes over and runs her fingers through my hair, and even though I can see it killing Charlie more, I can't find the energy to shove her the fuck away from me.
Her touch has acid eating away at my stomach, and for a few seconds, dark thoughts cross my mind.
I drop my chin to my chest and stare blankly at the floor and the way the droplets of my tears hit it. When did I become this person? How did I get here?
"The least you could do is look at me, coward."
My eyes jerk to hers, and it takes me a second to realize that Rianna is no longer touching me.
Thank god.
When Charlie starts her next words, I wish for the blank numbness from earlier.
"Just in case it wasn't already clear, we're over.
Eight years together and sixteen years of friendship.
..gone. I warned you about her, Keaton, even when I still didn't trust her shitty sob story.
It didn't matter to you. I didn't matter.
I was so deeply in love with you. It's funny how quickly that leaves. "
Pain shreds my heart, and it hurts so badly that I wish she'd rip it out of me so I don't have to feel this anymore.
That's so fucking selfish, though.
"No," I whisper, refuting her words.
As sad and broken as her smile is, I bottle it up inside and stick it in my memory box because I don't know when or if I'll ever get to see one on her again.
"Yes. My heart is empty right now. I hope it was worth it.
You didn't just destroy our relationship.
" She smacks her palm against her chest so hard that it gives off a small echo in the room.
"Me, Keaton. You fucking annihilated me.
But you don't get to see that. I'll leave, erase you from my life, heal, and move forward.
You, though," she pauses and reaches out to cup my cheek.
I'm unable to stop myself from leaning into her touch, even though I'm no longer worthy of it.
"You get to live knowing you broke us. For her.
For someone you called a platonic friend.
I hope it eats at you every day, wondering where I am, what I'm doing.
" She grips my chin between her fingers tightly and leans closer to whisper, "Who I'm doing," before releasing me and wiping her hand against her leg like touching my skin disgusts her.
I'll never blame her for that because I can't even stand to be in my skin right now.
"Stay with her, Keaton. She obviously means more to you. I'm going to pack my things. At least respect me that much. Give me time, then do whatever you want."
Not only did I break the love of my life tonight, but I also broke myself. I don't feel human. I feel like I'm just an empty, useless sack of skin who doesn't even deserve to be in anyone's presence.
"You might want to get an STD test done, Carr.
At David's party two weeks ago, she had a train run on her by six other dudes, and a few of them went unprotected.
I overheard Jacob Williams bitching to one of the other dudes about getting tested because there was a yellow discharge coming from his dick, and his nuts were swollen.
Just in case you didn't pay attention in health class, those are all symptoms of Chlamydia. "
Charlie throws one last bomb at me, and my head jerks toward Rianna in horror. The way her face flushes gives away her duplicity, and I just shut my eyes and hang my head.
My future is bleak, and it's because of my actions.
I can't even find it in me to fucking care.
A husk of a guy living a lonely life without his heart and a goddamn STD.
It's what someone like me deserves.