Free Reality Girl: Episode One by Jessica Hildreth Page B

asked.
    “No,” I growled. “It’s not.”
    He continued to stare at the game.
    “We need to talk.”
    “About what?”
    “About us.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “No you’re not. You’re watching the game.”
    “But I’m listening.”
    “Can you pay attention to me?”
    “I am paying attention to you. I’m multitasking. Men are good at it.”
    You fucking prick.
    I had every intention of trying to be nice, but he was making it difficult. My concerns about trying to preserve his feelings were long gone.
    “Fine.” I stood up. “If you’re paying attention – and you’re good at it – this won’t take long. I’ve decided that I don’t like you. At all . There won’t be any chance of us ever getting together, now or ever. So, we can either figure out a way to remain friendly for the next eleven days, or we can forget we even know each other, I really don’t care.”
    “Whoa.” He sat up, looked at me, and blinked a few times. “What the hell happened? You start your period? Aunt Flo come to town?”
    “Fuck you.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
    I cocked my hip and shot him a glare. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
    He crossed his arms and puffed his chest. “Nobody tells me to fuck off.”
    “I didn’t tell you to fuck off. I said fuck you .”
    He glared at me. “Same as far as I’m concerned.”
    “If that’s the case, you’re wrong, then. Someone did tell you to fuck off. And, that someone was me. I’m done talking to you. You came here for one reason and one reason only, to fuck. You got what you were after. Wallow in it, because you’re never getting it again.”
    “You were with someone else the other night. Weren’t you?”
    I shook my head in disbelief. “You really think that’s what this was about? You were an inconsiderate asshole. You thought my vegetables were going to ruin your pizza. Relationships are about sacrifice, and if you can’t sacrifice half a pizza, there’s no possibility of us having a future. You failed. Get over it.”
    I turned toward the kitchen and began walking away.
    “I didn’t fail,” he growled.
    I paused and turned around. “Wow, did I hit a nerve?”
    “I didn’t fail.”
    I coughed out a laugh. “Actually, you did.”
     
    “I’ve never failed at anything in my life.”
    “Well.” I turned away. “You failed at this. Miserably. And, repeatedly.”
    “Bullshit. You gave up.”
    I raised my clenched fist in the air “You failed at sex. You didn’t even care if I had an orgasm the first time. You just wanted to get your nut.” I extended my index finger. “You failed at the pool. You could have licked my pussy, but you waited for another blowjob. You’re selfish.” I extended another finger. “You failed at the pizza party, because you’re a selfish prick, and wouldn’t let me have something on my half of the pizza I truly enjoyed.” I extended another. “And, then you failed again when you didn’t apologize--”
    “You little bitch,” he seethed.
    Bitch?
    I spun around.
    He was stomping across the floor, coming in my direction. As I mentally prepared to kick him in the balls, two big goons – who I hadn’t seen before – came rushing down the hallway, ran past me, and into the room.
    “Settle down, Sir. Just take it easy,” one of them said as he grabbed Rhett. The other stood close behind.
    Apparently they were on set security. I realized there was a production room set up in one of the spare bedrooms, but I had no idea there were security personnel available. Had I known, I probably would have used a few more choice words in my departing comments.
    “Fucking asshole,” I fumed. “I’m out of here.”
    I yanked the front door open and stomped toward the Suburban, which was parked in the circle drive. Growing up on a farm, I’d always hoped that one day I would have a circle drive. Now that I had one, I wished I was back on the farm.
    The driver was leaning on the front fender