Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... ranking list we'd made had been moved to be the very first piece of paper speared by the coils. I'd been downgraded: '6.5' from my previous '8'.

Now unable to suppress the periodic self pitying sigh, I set to work transcribing two copies of notes.

When I got back to my room, Heather was there sitting on my bed. My muscles were complaining from lugging her ridiculous bag around all day and my brain was similarly mushy from actually paying attention in class. It took a lot of effort not to snap at her. But I managed. And as soon as I'd fought down my initial fight instincts, I found that I really was ready to humble myself.

"Hey. I took notes for you." I heaved Heather's backpack onto the bed beside her. I didn't try to hide how embarrassingly out of breath I was.

"Cool."

"And—" I swallowed my pride, it went down easier this time. "Heather, I'm really sorry."

She looked glumly at the far wall. "Cool."

"Heather," I started, but then, the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Damn it," she said.

I twirled into my swivel chair—collapsed, really. I hadn't realized until just that moment how goddamn tired I was, emotionally and physically. "Shit, I thought you were really mad."

Heather sat up straighter. "I am mad."

"Come on dude. I did the stupid book bag thing."

"You think that makes us even? Bitch you basically cheated on me."

I felt the hurt of that one bubble up and go heavy in my eyelids. "Heather, you know I didn't think of it like that."

"I ...

... know. I know. Fuck, I don't want to get all mad. Look, I know what you were... trying to do." She rubbed at her eyes. When she opened them again they were a little red, but also narrow. "But we are not even."

"Okay, fine." I raised my hands in surrender. "Just— What's the rest of my punishment then?"

Heather scooted off my bed. Her curls pooled behind her momentarily and then followed her as she started toward the door. "Let's talk about that tomorrow," she said. The effect of her exit was somewhat ruined by her awkward, weighty, backpack.

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Heather and I didn't talk much the next morning. But I was cozy and happy just to be back into the old routine with her. Still, I blurted, "I really am sorry," as soon as we were back out in the open air.

Heather took my hand. Then she wrapped it in her other one too, trapping mine in front of her as we walked. I braced myself for some martial arts throw—I didn't think Heather had any training, but cheerleading had to count for something—but it didn't come. We walked along for a bit, awkwardly stepping, connected but not quite in sync. "I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I'm just thinking. It's not a punishment," she said eventually. "I'll make Davin do those."

I stumbled, but stayed upright thanks to Heather clutching my hand to her lower belly. "You still want to do,that?"

Heather laughed. It was a barky self effacing laugh. Like she couldn't believe it herself. "Fuck Mel, I haven't thought about anything ...