Just sit here, you bitch.

"Nah you can fucking wank me later," you say impatiently. "Just sit over here, you gotta see this."

She pouts and gets up from her side of the booth, taking a seat next to you. You point at Kevin, who's lined up at the counter waiting to order, and give her a wicked grin.

"God, you're still not bullying Kevin are you?" she sighs, rolling her eyes as she takes another sip of her shake.

"Like you were any better," you say, placing your hand on her leg.

"What do you mean?" she says, letting your fingers stray to the inside of her thigh. "I was his friend."

Even though Gemma was a massive slut, she was still one of the nicest people around, not stuck-up or bitchy, and made friends with everyone no matter who they were. She'd known Kevin for years. But her use of the word 'was' doesn't escape you, and you press her further.

"You knew he had a crush on you, though?" you say. Everyone knew Kevin had a massive crush on Gemma, I mean, who wouldn't, but the dumb cunt friend-zoned himself hard and never made a move.

"Uh-huh."

"You knew I bullied him, right?" you go on, knowing that he confided in her.

"All the time."

"Didn't stop you from swallowing my cock, did it?" you say. Once your numerous hookups with Gemma became common knowledge, her friendship with Kevin was over in an instant. His fragile ego couldn't take the fact that one of his few friends was hooking up with his tormentor.

Gemma frowns. The truth hurts, although you feel guilty for spoiling the good time the two of you were having.