Page 88 of Exes That Puck
She uses her whole body to say, “But if we’re broken up and you’re changing for me and you’re still putting your dick in me, I think I have every right to get mad about you wanting to fuck your ex!”
“She’s barely an ex! And she turned me down!” The words explode out before I can stop them.
“Oh, so if she hadn’t, you would’ve been fucking her right now?”
“You’re the one that has a secret date lined up with Josh.”
“It’s not a date!” she cuts me off.
“Dinner and a movie isn’t a date? What planet are you living on?”
She throws her hands up. “I was going to cancel!”
“Were you? Before or after you got caught?”
“Before! I was going to tell you—”
I laugh. “Cut the bullshit. He’s your ex, and I know how much you love to fuck your exes.”
She takes another step back, shock filling every curve of her face. “Fuck you!” She steps closer now. “This isn’t about him. I thought we were good! I thought we were going in a good direction, Z!”
“No, we’re not,” I say, staring at her. I feel my teeth grinding. “We’re the same toxic mess we always have been. I was just pretending to be someone I’m not.”
Her face crumbles. “So none of it was real? The therapy, the changes, asking permission—”
“It was real. But look where it got us.”
“Because you’re just assuming the worst! You never listen to me!”
“Because there’s nothing to listen to! You made plans with another guy. End of story.”
“Fine.” Her voice goes quiet, deadly. “You want to misunderstand and go fuck someone else? Go right ahead, Zeke. End of story.”
“It’s not a misunderstanding—”
“Yes, it is! But you’re too stubborn to admit you’re wrong.” She backs toward the street. “Enjoy your easy fuck, Zeke. I hope she rides your dick like I do.”
That image of her riding my dick stops me in my tracks, and now I can’t think straight. Is she giving up on me right now? I watch her walk away and seeing her storm off pisses me off.
“Kara—”
She turns around and flips me off.
I run down the path and say, “Go on your little date with Josh. Fuck him, and then come tell me that it’s really over.”
She stops, her fists fiddling with her fingers. “What?” she whips around.
“Yeah.” I stop a few feet away from her.
“You want me to fuck Josh?” she scoffs, shaking her head. “You’re just saying that so you can go fuck Brianne or whoever the hell you’ve had your eyes on!”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not fucking Brianne or anyone else until you do this. I’ll wait to find a rebound after we do this little experiment.” I step closer, challenging her. “I’ll be at an away game this weekend, so go on this little date with Josh…”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“And if you enjoy it, then this really ends.”
She’s looking up at me with her cute mad face. “If I hate it?”
