Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... treating me like a consolation prize. He hasn't even expressed his guilt or regret over his actions so I stick to my anger rather than cave in to the scraps of loyalty I have left for him. “Like hell I’m going with you. You humiliate me at school and come here without even apologising, expecting me to go to prom with you? You’ve got some nerve. Besides, I have a date,” I firmly say, putting the phone in my bag. “Yeah, right. C’mon Beth, quit fooling around,” he coaxes me to take his arm but I don’t. Frustrated, he grabs my arm. “What are you doing?” I gasp, not wanting to alert my mom and sister. I am about to tell him who I am going with when a car parks up. After a few moments, I am relieved when Mark comes out, putting his phone in his jacket. “Hi Beth, I got your text. Sorry I’m late,” he says, his face hardens as he sees Ben gripping my arm. “Hi Mark, actually you’re right on time,” I truthfully smile, admiring how handsome he looks in his own tux. “Are you alright?” his tone becomes quiet, almost simmering with anger. “Better now that you’re here," I say as I quickly glance at Ben, who has a look of realisation on his face. “You’re going with Taylor?” he says with disgust. “Yes, I told you I have a date,” I look him in square in the eye. “But I thought…” he starts but this time, I interrupt him. “Well, you thought wrong. Please let go of my arm,” I murmur. He hesitates and I see the look of someone broken inside. For a moment, I see a glimpse of my best friend, the guy ...

... who has been my confidant for years, but then he starts to move and his grip tightens so much, I cry out in pain. “Get off her!” Mark growls, quickly moving to push Ben away. Recoiling from the force, Ben is knocked down to the grass, letting go of me at the same time. As soon as I am free, I rub my arm and Mark is immediately at my side. “Beth, are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m good,” I murmur, watching Ben crawl up onto his knees and feet. Mark takes a step towards him, but I stop him, pressing my hand firmly on his chest. I face Ben, who looks as if he has swallowed something bitter. I feel his resentment and anger from his expression alone, but I stay firm to my own emotions. “You were the one that destroyed this friendship, Ben. If you had said sorry or behaved differently, we could have still been friends, but you ruined things between us,” I say, shakily. "As far as I am concerned, we have nothing more to say to each other. Have a nice night." Ben looks as if he is about to say something but Mark moves so he is in between us. “I think you had better leave,” he says firmly. Ben gives us both a look and leaves without a second glance. Part of me is relieved that he is gone, but another part is saddened by the loss of my best friend. I had spend years confiding in him, spending time with him, creating this amazing bond that I thought was irreplaceable but his callous attitude opens my eyes to his true nature, crushing me in how much time I had spent with him in the hope he would ...