Puck Buddies by Tara Brown Page B

walking
for the first time.
    “Sami?” he mutters, still getting onto
the seat behind him and doing up his pants as I walk along the road without
another word. Feeling exactly as trashy as I look, I struggle roadside in some
random industrial section of the city to get my underwear back where they
belong. They’re drenched in some of him and some of me and all the awkwardness
one can fit into underwear. “Get back in the car.” He throws the used condom on
the road and I gag a little bit.
      “No thanks.” I walk over and try to slam
the door, but he stops it with his beast hands. I suspect he could tear it off
the hinges if made angry enough. “I’m good. Thanks for the fun night.” I smile
politely and wave as I walk, pulling out my phone and pressing the number for
my car. “Hey, Vincenzo. Can you track my phone and come and get me?”
    I don't know where I am. I don't think I
recognize it. I’m unfortunately back on planet Earth.
    “What are you doing?” Matt strides to me,
leaving the door open. “I’ll give you a ride back to the club.”
    “I feel like you already gave me a ride.
We don't need to make this awkward. We can just pretend this didn’t happen.” The words are so hard to speak , my voice
almost cracks .
    “But it did happen. And I want to give
you a ride home.”
    “No, you want to be a gentleman.” I nod
at the car. “But I don't need you to be a gentleman after that.” I point at the
car and the condom. “I’m not drunk. I have my own limo. You don't have to worry
about me. We aren’t friends, Matt. We don’t even like each other. I don’t know
what that was but it’s over.”
    “Get in the fucking car!” He’s being
super serious so I take a step back because I’m that girl who has to color
outside the line you just told me not to.
    “No. You can’t tell me what to do.”
    He takes a step forward but I step back.
“I swear to God, I am going to pick you up and put you in the car if you
don't.”
    “Whatever, Beast!” I laugh in his face,
not daring him to pick me up, but because we have arrived right back to where
we were before the orgasms, fighting.
    “I mean it!” He moves toward me fast,
lifting me up over his shoulder and carrying me kicking to the car.
    “Put me down!”
    “NO!” he shouts back for the first time
and instead of listening I struggle harder.
    “Put me down!”
    He does as I say but he pulls me to the
car and slams the door. He sticks one of his meaty fingers in my face. “This is
the wrong neighborhood to leave you alone in a skirt and silly shoes! We can
wait here until Vincenzo gets here!” He’s huffing his breath and looks like he
might murder someone. His nostrils are dangerously flared.
    “You’re a dick.”
    “No, I’m not. I had a hard workout today,
like I threw up a couple of times. I’m not in the mood to get beaten up by some
carjackers because you have to make this weird. It wasn't weird until you got
out of the car. People have sex all the time; it’s no big deal. We fucked. Get
over it, Highness!”
    “Oh, don’t worry, Beast, I was over it
the moment it ended.” My eyes lower to my phone as I send a text telling
Vincenzo he needs to hurry or I will be going to jail for killing a man.
    “Why do you have to do that? Why are you
so bent on hating me?” He leans in, his lips twisting into a sneer.
    “I’m not bent on feeling anything for
you. In fact, I’m glad this happened. You have just proven to me you are
exactly the guy I thought you were.”
    “Holy fuck.” He rolls his eyes and sits
back.
    The silence is awkward but the agonizing
reality of him being who I thought he was is much worse.
    My mind taunts me with the way I imagined
him, the things I daydreamed about.
    All of them were the fantasies of a naive
girl.
    We stare out opposite windows as I wish I
could have the fantasy version of him back.

 
 
 
 
 

 
    Chapter Nine
    More borrowed whores

 
 
 
 
    Matt

 
    The drive home is