«Are you planning to be on my ass even when I’m just trying to make peace with my best friend...?» I mutter, obviously at Brianne.
After watching Elaine storm out of school in tears without even looking at , I told myself I’d give her space until she cooled down... yeah, that lasted about a minute.
They say you have to strike while the iron’s hot, right? And Elaine is definitely hot.
I trailed her quietly—I was worried she might head straight ho, which would make talking to her impossible, but luckily she stopped at Central Park.
Now she’s slumped on a bench, vodka bottle in one hand and a joint in the other—not exactly what you expect at eight in the morning.
She must be completely wrecked.
«The deal was that I wouldn’t kill you if I was sure you’d never hurt a human again. Following you around twenty-four seven is the only way I can be sure. Having breathing down your neck can’t be worse than being dead,» she shoots back.
I let out a sigh.
«Just keep your distance, okay? This is between and her—it wouldn’t be cool if you listened in.»
«Why? Scared I might see your softer side? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.»
«I’m not embarrassed—it’s called privacy. So stay put.»
She smirks, nods, and leans her back against a tree.
I walk lightly up behind the bench where Elaine is sitting.
The reek of weed and booze hits even from far away, no wonder everyone passing by swerves to avoid her.
Let’s just hope no cops wander by, or it’ll turn into a real ss.
I step right behind her—she doesn’t even notice coming, probably thanks to how wasted she is.
Finally, I sit down next to her.
Brianne doesn’t take her eyes off for a second, but at least she has the decency to keep her distance.
Up until now I’d only seen Elaine’s back, but now that I’m beside her... my chest tightens.
Her breathing is ragged, she’s sobbing, tears streaking down her face, her eyes swollen and lost.
Damn... the stench is unbearable.
And with my senses sharper than any human’s, it hits even harder.
But for her, I’ll endure it.
After a long silence, she slowly turns her gaze toward .
She stares without saying a word—probably waiting for to start.
«I heard you broke up with Tyler. Actually, everyone heard after the scene you pulled at school. Saying sothing like ’I’m sorry, you two were such a cute couple’ would be bullshit—I’ve always hated that guy, and you know it. But one thing I do an is that I can’t stand seeing you like this because of so asshole. So, if there’s anything I can do... well, that’s what friends are for, right?»
«Oh... now you call your friend...?» Elaine slurs.
«I never stopped considering you one—even after you decided to cut off completely just to chase after that guy.»
She shakes her head with a resigned look. «Ren... you still don’t get why I ended things with you? Seriously...? You’re even dumber than I thought. But I don’t bla you—you’re a guy. And guys are all idiots! Maybe it was fate that you thought I was a lesbian until not long ago. Maybe I should really beco one—a girl would probably make happier than any man ever has, and she wouldn’t break my heart!»
«I’d remind you that most of the won I hook up with are married, so even with kids my age. It’s not about being with a man or a woman—it’s about being with soone who actually has their head on straight. Anyway... I’m not as dumb as you think. And I’m sorry—sorry for calling you a slut. You know I didn’t an it. It just slipped out in a mont of anger...»
She lifts the vodka bottle to her lips, but I snatch it from her hand and toss it to the ground.
The alcohol spills out onto the grass. I do the sa with the joint, except instead of throwing it, I put it between my lips.
That sweet sll of weed had already made crave a hit.
«Ugh... yeah, you just proved you’re an idiot. Sure, hearing ’slut’ from my best friend wasn’t great, but that’s not what set off. What pissed off was your lack of respect. Even when I was in a relationship, you kept pushing, wanting to sleep with , and then you’d get mad if I said no. Since we fought, you and Brianne seem... pretty close. I’d never sleep with you if I knew you were dating her, and I’d never get mad if you said, "When we were both single it was fine to fool around, but now that I’m with soone, it’s better to stop". That’s why I’m pissed at you—I was hoping you’d figure it out yourself...» she mutters, calr than before.
«I just didn’t think you saw it as sothing serious, that’s all. Anyway... I don’t know what idea you’ve gotten, but Brianne and I aren’t dating.»
Elaine shoots a sharp glare.
«Ren... don’t take for an idiot, please. It’s obvious you two are together—you’re glued to each other every single minute, even now. Is she spying on us because she thinks sothing might happen between us? Guess she doesn’t trust you much. Maybe you should think about that...»
Oh... so she noticed we’ve been following her...?
That’s gotta be Brianne’s fault.
«It’s true we’re always together, but... let’s just say it’s a long story. Complicated. Anyway, we’re not a couple.»
«Y-You really an that...?» Elaine murmurs, her eyes locked on mine.
I nod firmly.
«Yeah, and if you don’t believe , I’ll prove it.»
She blushes instantly.
«A-And how exactly...?»
«Since you noticed Brianne spying on us...»
My hand rests on her tear-streaked cheek, and... I kiss her.
Our damp lips press together, my tongue sliding into her mouth, hers pushing back.
I feel it swirling against my throat—like she’s been waiting for this mont, eager and desperate.
Mine, though, moves slowly, gently—just the way Mrs. Lunsford taught .
The kiss steals her breath, makes her whole body tremble. I can feel it through my hand on her cheek.
And she notices too—her hand is resting discreetly over my erection, hidden enough since we’re still in public.
I won’t deny it—sothing stirs inside the instant she lets touch her face.
I was already hard the mont she leaned into my hand.
If it weren’t broad daylight, I’d be fucking her right here on this bench.
The fact that Brianne is watching from behind a tree a few ters away doesn’t embarrass at all.
If anything, it makes it even hotter.
Actually, I’ve just had the most brilliant idea—probably the best my brain has ever co up with!
I just need so ti to prepare everything, set the stage properly, and... shit, just thinking about it almost makes cum in my pants.
After what feels like endless minutes of kissing, I pull my lips away from hers.
«So, Elaine... friends again?»
She smiles at and nods.
It’s like Tyler has already been erased from her mind, no trace of him left.
«Friends again.»
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