Benefits

Ch. 19: Do I Wanna Know

Serena: why haven't you answered my calls or my texts. I need a fix!

My ex.

She immediately calls my phone again, and I'm about to end the call.

"You're eyes are very beautiful."

"I won't judge you, Jake. Never."

"It's nothing to be ashamed to have scars on you, Jake. You don't need to explain to anyone why you have them."

Get out of my head!

"Hello," I say through the receiver.

"Finally you answered!" She yells through the phone. "Why have you been ignoring me?"

Serena.

Serena.

Serena.

My first and last girlfriend. The ex that I occasionally fuck throughout the years. The ex that cheated on me, and broke my heart. She was the one who made me, me. That made me the "manwhore" that Dawn likes to call me.

We have a friend with benefits type of deal like Dawn and me do, but it was looser. It was unspoken rule almost. Let's just say we've been having breakup makeup sex for three years.

But for the past couple weeks I haven't talked to her, nor have I wanted to even do anything with her.

Dawn was always on my mind that I haven't been with anyone else, which was different and kind of weird. It felt even more bizarre that she was going on a date with someone. I didn't like the feeling, but I wasn't going to tell her that. We made the rule, we can date and fuck whoever we want, so why did it bother me so much that she was going on a date with Dawson? Maybe because Dawson is a fucking asshole who ruined- "I've been busy." I tell Serena.

"Doing?"

"I don't have to tell you." Sometimes I think she forgets that we haven't been together for years.

"Okay, whatever. Are you home?"

"Why?" I knew why. She wanted to fuck, and I really wasn't in the mood.

"You already know dipshit."

"N-" I start, but I stop myself.

Maybe the reason why I have been thinking of Dawn was she was the only one I have been within the past couple of weeks. I didn't do it on purpose that I haven't been with other girls, it just sort of happened.

"Yeah. I'll come over." I say quickly.

I can practically see her smiling through the phone. "Alright."

I hang up the phone afterward and start getting redressed. I head towards my front door only to see our next-door neighbors looking very aggravated through my door, "Yes?"

"Keep it down! It's getting late Jake!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Patterson."

Last time this happened, someone called the police because they thought someone was getting murdered. My brother's room somehow got fucked up during construction because the walls in his room were super thin. There were countless holes in his walls from him punching in it or just merely knocking into things.