"Is everything okay?! How can you even ask that? How can you lie there eating pizza in the same bed that you fucked me blind in a few hours ago and act like it never happened? Like it meant nothing to you?!" She yelled at me with the same anger she did back when we were 8 and I destroyed all her Barbie dolls because she called me a boy for dressing in only jean shorts and oversized t-shirts.
"How? Well, let's see, I'm hungry, this is my bed, I never said that it didn't happen or that it meant nothing to me, but given your behavior since it happened, I figured it'd be better if we didn't spend this weekend together. You're welcome to take a box of pizza with you so that you can enjoy it as well, this is an amazing pie." I answered her without looking at her. I laughed as Hodgins and Zack did another crazy experiment. At that exact moment, she ripped the electric cord from the wall and turned so she was standing at the end of the bed in front of me.
"You know, I always knew you were a player when it came to you bedding girls, but I never thought I'd be just another one of those girls for you, S.J."
"I never said you were, Bianca. The instant I walked back into this room earlier, you've been acting like a bitch. I know that we're lesbians and our emotions are pretty much always in the way, but give me a break. Do you really think that I brought you back here so that I could fuck you and then just leave it alone?!"
"Yes! Because that's exactly what you did. I didn't even touch you after you kissed me. You just detached yourself and walked away. Do you have ANY idea of how much that hurt?"
"Hurt?! Hurt you?! Was I not the one to confess my love for in my own damn kitchen?! You think this is about a fuck?! You and I both know that I look at a girl and smile I can have my head between her legs when I want! Don't give me this crap about you being hurt, B. I'm right here. I've been right here. You're the one acting weird. Making your snitty little comments at the hospital and in the car. You make me seem like some pussy chasing whore when we both know that I'm not! But you know what, maybe that is what you think about me. So let me make this very easy for you. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes. I need to get you home so I can I get ready for my date tonight."
I got up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving both Bianca and the pizza behind. I walked into the gym my parents had built for me so I could train at home when I wanted. I grabbed my boxing gloves and walked over to the punching bag. I began to pound the bag as tears feel from my eyes. I can't believe she's making it seem like I just slapped her in the face. I just need to think. Hell, she needed to think. I need to know that she's committed to me and no one, but me. I continued to thrash the bag even though I couldn't see anything past my tears. I loved her. I was in love with her. One of my best friends and she making me seem like a whore. Well, I'll show her exactly how much of one I could be. Even if I never touched Nicki, she'd be a damned good distraction from Bianca and all this bullshit. Maybe I'll even ask her to go with me to prom. Hmmm ... That would put Bianca in her place. As the tears finally stopped, so did my fists. I removed the gloves and whipped my face with one of the towels I keep in there.
I walked downstairs in my sweat stained undershirt. Grabbing the box of pizza I ordered specifically for Bianca and my car keys, I walked to the front door. She stood in front of me. Our faces so close the slightest move would bring our lips together. I took a few steps back, I had no intention of being that close to her again. She stepped towrads me, I put up a hand and said, "Look, just stop. Clearly us being together was a very bad idea. Now we know and can file it away in the Don't Ever Do That Again pile. Let me take you home so I can get back and get washed up."
With that I opened the door and walked towards me car. As I started to back out of the driveway, Bianca asked, "Are you really going to go out with Nicki?" I looked at her but didn't answer. She continued by asking, "Well, are you going to fuck her?!" Again, I didn't answer except I didn't even look at her this time. I pulled to the curb in fron to her house. She didn't get out of the car though, so I got out and walked over to her door and opened it from the outside. She looked up at me. I looked straight ahead and said, "Get out of my car, Bianca." She did. I closed the door as soon as she was clear from it, reached in the backseat, handed her the box and began walking back to the driver's side.
I was just about to climb in when she said, "S.J., if you truly love me, you wont do this. If you truly love me, you'll call Nicki right now and tell her that something came up and you can't make it. You'll take me back to your house and make love to me. You'll tell me you love me and we'll figure this, us, out, but please don't do this."
I just looked at her. I stood there looking at her and then finally said, "I do love you, Bianca, but you clearly don't understand to what extent. I told you I was in love with you before I made love to you and then you got upset when I wouldn't let you touch me, well guess what, I didn't because I wanted to know that you loved me back before I did that. Now ... Now, I'll never trust you enough to let you touch me again." I got behind the wheel of my Chrystler 300 S and drove off without saying another word to her.
Later that night, I did go out with Nicki. She wanted me to fuck her, but I couldn't touch her. I didn't even have the desire to. I was afraid Bianca had destroyed my sex drive. I didn't let my mind stay on Bianca long, but unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice because when I pulled into my driveway half an hour later, there she was, leaning against my door waiting for me. I sat in my car trying to figure out how to handle it and then decided I'd do nothing at all, I got out of my car and walked towards my door.
As I approached, Bianca came to meet me. I stepped around her and unlocked my door. Turning around to keep her outside I said, "Can I help with something, Bianca?" No emotion showing in my voice. She stepped back onto the porch and said, "Yes. You and I need to talk. Can I come in?"
And that was the question I didn't know how to answer. I just stood there looking at her for awhile and then said, "No. Anything you have to say to me, you can say Monday morning at school."
With that I closed my front door and locked it before sliding to the floor and bawling my eyes out.