I'm Not A Fool

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Elliot grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the concrete. My elbows were bleeding and my head was spinning, but I feel fine.

"Do you want me to get you cleaned up?" He questioned, sweetly. Man, he is adorable. His eyes are much brighter, more beautiful, than I have ever noticed. He's so...pure. I just want to-WAIT. I have Olivia! What am I doing?

"No! Get off me, fag!" I pushed his hands off me, aggressively. Elliot smacked against the pavement by my drunken force. Without any care, I sprinted down the neighborhood.

I peered back quickly to see him, standing in the road, shivering...
crying...

His shadow faded away into the night.

I climbed into my car, driving home as safely as possible. In complete silence.

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I arrived at my house, parking my car in the garage. Tip-toeing through the halls, trying not to make a sound since it was early in the morning, I managed to get to my room.

Shutting the door, I pressed my back against the wood, sighing.

"I'm so stupid." I whispered. "I'm drunk. I love Olivia. What am I doing?"

I ripped off my shirt, throwing it away. The stench was too much to handle. I took a washcloth and removed any throw-up off my body, trying to get as clean as possible.

I slid into the bed and curled up against my pillow, dreading the next time I see Toby or Elliot.

Knock.
Knock.

My heart racing for a split second, my eyes shot towards the noise.

There stood Olivia, outside my window, knocking on the glass.

I sprang up and opened it, letting her in.

"Babe, you're freezing." I rubbed my hand against her arms which were cold to the touch.

"I know. I just... really need you right now." She pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. She began to kiss my neck, nipping at my skin.

"Liv..." I whispered, not knowing if I wanted this right now.

She stood in front of me and began slowly taking off each item of her clothing, dancing around, seductively.

Olivia jumped on top of me, running her hands down my torso, grinding against my crotch.

"Olivia.."

"You like that, baby?" She moaned, nudging herself between my legs.

"Olivia. Stop." I said, sternly.

"What?" Her body stopped moving, the room going completely silent.

"I don't want this right now. I'm tired."

"You're tired? You don't love me, do you? If you loved me, you'd have sex with me. I hate you. I hate you so much." She sneered, picking up her clothes, angrily. She added,"Don't speak or even look at me tomorrow. Got it?"

I was silent.

She put on all her clothes and slipped out the window into the night.