than later as she didn't have time to waste, but she wanted to hold on to her anger a bit longer. Friends didn't say shit like that to each other, they didn't try to put each other down.
Rolling over and getting out of bed, she walked past him and his peace offering to go to the bathroom.
"Rae," Corey started.
"Not now, Corey," she snapped as she shut the door behind her.
"I'm surprised she didn't throw the coffee at you," Alyssa said from her spot on John's bed.
It wasn't the first time she'd crashed with these guys after a night out. She knew she could trust them. Normally she took Corey's bed while he had the couch but this morning she'd woke up in John's. After Corey's revelation the other night she'd got a bit self conscious around him, but John hadn't done or said anything to confirm this. She couldn't be sure if this was another of Corey's match-making tricks. Even now, while she lay in his bed, John was on the couch watching a film. He didn't even look like he was bothered that she was there.
"What did she tell you?" Corey asked.
"That you're a dick," Alyssa answered. "Honestly, Corey, how could you even say those words to her? She's your best friend."
"I don't need this from you as well, Mandy. I know I fucked up. I didn't mean what I said."
"Then why did you say it? Half the night she kept mumbling how she couldn't fucking believe you'd do that to her." Alyssa said as she got off the bed.
"I'll talk to her when she's ready, I'll apologise."
"You better. I'm going to my room to shower and pack. Tell Rae I'll see her downstairs when you guys are ready to go. I'm catching a ride to the airport with you."
"John, Alyssa is going," Corey called out.
John turned from his film and smiled.
"Later," he said.
When she was gone, Corey walked up to him and smacked him up the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" John shouted as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Later? You had a hot chick on your bed all night and you just sat on that couch like a rock. She says she's going and all you can say is 'Later'?"
"What was I supposed to say?" John argued.
"Something! Don't bore the girl before you've even asked her out," Corey said. "Khali has more game than you!"
"I can't just go up to her and ask her out. What if she doesn't like me in that way? It'll just make things awkward when we hang out," John said.
"You won't know until you try. I tried it on with her and she's still my friend even though she shot me down. I wasn't even looking for a relationship, just one hot, sweaty night."
"When I'm ready, Corey," John said firmly. "Anyway, you've got other things to worry about than my sex life. I don't think a cup of coffee and one of you little smiles will work this time."
Corey looked at the closed door of the bathroom and sighed. He and Rae never really argued. When he upset her, or she upset him, they normally kissed and made up the next minute. The fact that she hadn't even wanted to talk to him told him he had a long way to go before she forgave him.
The door opened and Rae walked out wrapped in a little towel. She didn't even look at him.
"Alyssa gone already?" she asked John, blatantly ignoring him.
"She said she'll meet us downstairs when we're ready," John answered.
"Rae, talk to me," Corey said, sitting on his bed while she walked around it to get some fresh clothes out.
He had already packed for her. He'd thought it a good way to start on his apology.
"I'm sorry, Rae," he said when he got no response. "I was a dick last night. I was just..."
"I said not now," Rae cut in.
"Let me explain. Please. I can't stand you not talking to me."
"Listen. I said not now. Unless you want me to really go off and say some hurtful things of my own, just back off."
Corey bit his lip. This was obviously going to be a very long day.
His phone went off, preventing any further attempts at an apology.
"Nate, what's up?" he answered.
He noticed the way she tensed a bit at the mention of the caller's name and it got him
Rolling over and getting out of bed, she walked past him and his peace offering to go to the bathroom.
"Rae," Corey started.
"Not now, Corey," she snapped as she shut the door behind her.
"I'm surprised she didn't throw the coffee at you," Alyssa said from her spot on John's bed.
It wasn't the first time she'd crashed with these guys after a night out. She knew she could trust them. Normally she took Corey's bed while he had the couch but this morning she'd woke up in John's. After Corey's revelation the other night she'd got a bit self conscious around him, but John hadn't done or said anything to confirm this. She couldn't be sure if this was another of Corey's match-making tricks. Even now, while she lay in his bed, John was on the couch watching a film. He didn't even look like he was bothered that she was there.
"What did she tell you?" Corey asked.
"That you're a dick," Alyssa answered. "Honestly, Corey, how could you even say those words to her? She's your best friend."
"I don't need this from you as well, Mandy. I know I fucked up. I didn't mean what I said."
"Then why did you say it? Half the night she kept mumbling how she couldn't fucking believe you'd do that to her." Alyssa said as she got off the bed.
"I'll talk to her when she's ready, I'll apologise."
"You better. I'm going to my room to shower and pack. Tell Rae I'll see her downstairs when you guys are ready to go. I'm catching a ride to the airport with you."
"John, Alyssa is going," Corey called out.
John turned from his film and smiled.
"Later," he said.
When she was gone, Corey walked up to him and smacked him up the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" John shouted as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Later? You had a hot chick on your bed all night and you just sat on that couch like a rock. She says she's going and all you can say is 'Later'?"
"What was I supposed to say?" John argued.
"Something! Don't bore the girl before you've even asked her out," Corey said. "Khali has more game than you!"
"I can't just go up to her and ask her out. What if she doesn't like me in that way? It'll just make things awkward when we hang out," John said.
"You won't know until you try. I tried it on with her and she's still my friend even though she shot me down. I wasn't even looking for a relationship, just one hot, sweaty night."
"When I'm ready, Corey," John said firmly. "Anyway, you've got other things to worry about than my sex life. I don't think a cup of coffee and one of you little smiles will work this time."
Corey looked at the closed door of the bathroom and sighed. He and Rae never really argued. When he upset her, or she upset him, they normally kissed and made up the next minute. The fact that she hadn't even wanted to talk to him told him he had a long way to go before she forgave him.
The door opened and Rae walked out wrapped in a little towel. She didn't even look at him.
"Alyssa gone already?" she asked John, blatantly ignoring him.
"She said she'll meet us downstairs when we're ready," John answered.
"Rae, talk to me," Corey said, sitting on his bed while she walked around it to get some fresh clothes out.
He had already packed for her. He'd thought it a good way to start on his apology.
"I'm sorry, Rae," he said when he got no response. "I was a dick last night. I was just..."
"I said not now," Rae cut in.
"Let me explain. Please. I can't stand you not talking to me."
"Listen. I said not now. Unless you want me to really go off and say some hurtful things of my own, just back off."
Corey bit his lip. This was obviously going to be a very long day.
His phone went off, preventing any further attempts at an apology.
"Nate, what's up?" he answered.
He noticed the way she tensed a bit at the mention of the caller's name and it got him
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