You don't get it, and you're not going along with it

Flirting? You're pretty sure you'd remember your best friend flirting with you, especially for years. The image of her fervently pleasuring herself this morning briefly crosses your mind, but there's no way that she meant for you to see that. This is just Green messing with you like she always does.

You chuckle and say, "Yeah right, good one. I'm sure you've been pining away for me since we were kids. Seriously, what do you want for the bet?"

Green's face scrunches up in a mix of emotions and she hits you in the chest. "I-" another hit, harder than the first "-want-" yet another "-you-" they keep getting harder "-to—"

Enough is enough, any more and she'll leave a bruise. You grab your friend's wrist and hold her hand away from you, trying your best not to hurt her in the process. "What the hell, Green?" you half-shout. Rubbing your chest, you ask, "Is your wish to freaking **** me?"

Green pulls her hand away, rubbing her wrist. She looks up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I just wanted to know what it would be like if you actually liked me for a little while. But fine, if I'm that disgusting I won't **** you. I'll just collect later. Bye."

Without giving you a chance to respond, your childhood friend spins on her heel and storms out of the auditorium, slamming the door behind her.