I felt a pang in my chest after she said this, as though I were physically struck. With everything that had transpired in the last few days, my emotions felt like a maelstrom. The whole scenario with Stephanie was still fresh, and while my tryst with Talia had certainly helped, it didn't exactly solve the problem. I thought I had been in love, only to find out that it wasn't real, or at least not reciprocated. For Amy to insinuate that they were little more than a checklist to me... it was just too much to handle, so I didn't handle it well.
"You know what?" I asked with a shaky voice, trying to keep my temper in check. "Go fuck yourself, Amy."
Yeah... about that temper...
She flinched at my outburst, looking at me incredulously, as if trying to convince herself that she'd misheard me. "What... what did you just say to me?"
Thank God! She'd given me an out! All I had to do now was apologize to her, say that I didn't mean it and that it was wrong for me to take my frustrations out on her for a dumb joke.
"You heard me. Go fuck yourself."
Aaaaand I doubled down instead.
Shit.
Gone was her incredulous stare, replaced by an angry scowl that almost unnerved me. I knew fully well that this woman could kick my ass, and I really didn't want to see the inside of a hospital again, but I was full to the brim with hormones and emotions, and her comment was making the concoction boil over.
Fists on her hips, she stared me down and replied, "You have some fucking nerve talking to me like that."
"I could say the same to you!"
"Oh, come on, like it isn't true! You think I don't see the way you look at us? Do you think none of us see? It's not my fault that you can't help but think with your dick instead of your brain!"
I clenched my jaw, nostrils flaring as I balled my fists in a fit of anger. Everything I was feeling over the last few days had been burning inside of me, and Amy just threw a gas can on it. I was getting angrier with each exchange. The hormones were gone; I didn't see her as a subject of desire anymore, only as the trigger of my rage, as fierce and fiery as her tresses.
"Is that what you think of me? I'm jut a dick and a brain? Well guess what, Amy? I've got feelings, too, and it doesn't help when you act like a heartless bitch!"
My last comment struck home, her jaw dropping for a moment before she replaced her scowl and shouted back, "You know what? I don't have to be helping you work out after school! I've got plenty of my own shit to work on! I'm helping you out of the goodness of my heart, and this is how you repay me?"
"So what, I'm a sympathy case now? Is that why you jerked me off at the pool party? Out of sympathy? Or was I just convenient for you?"
We were both fuming at this point, staring each other down intensely. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known that whatever was said next could potentially alter the future of this friendship...
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