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“Not really,” I said.
“Are you busy tonight?” Haley asked.
“Nope,” I said. “I’m just hanging out.” Waiting for you to call, I said to myself but not aloud. No reason to give Haley more ammo to use against me. She talked more than enough shit without me providing her with extra fodder. “Why?”
“I was hoping you could come over. I’m feel like getting the shit fucked out of me.”
“Is Carrie going to be there?” I said without really thinking things through.
“Not tonight,” Haley said. “She’s still out of town. She’ll be back next week. We’ll set something up then.”
“Okay,” I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.
Haley picked up on it though. “Don’t sound so fucking upset about it,” she said.
“I’m not,” I lied.
“Sure you’re not,” she said.
“No, really,” I said. “I’m not disappointed. Not at all. I was just looking forward to it, that’s all.”
“And you weren’t looking forward to fucking just me?”
“No,” I said.
“So you weren’t looking forward to fucking me?”
“I mean, yes. I was looking forward to it.”
“Are you sure?” Haley asked. “Because you don’t really sound like it.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, trying hard to pull my foot out of my mouth.
“Because I could always call someone else—”
“I’m positive,” I said. “I would love nothing more than to come over and fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
“That’s good to hear,” Haley said. “Because I have something special planned. A nice little surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t be so fucking lame,” she said. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”
“No, I guess not,” I said.
“Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.”
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I got myself cleaned up a bit then hopped in the car and made my way over to Haley’s house. There were butterflies in my stomach, but I was more excited by the anticipation of what perverted acts we were going to engage in than nervous about seeing her.
Haley and I had a purely physical relationship. She wasn’t the kind of girl I saw myself in a long-term relationship with; we didn’t
get along like that. She knew it as well as I did. We’d talked about it many times before.
The key to our chemistry was tension. Due to our age and personality differences, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to most things. We were like one of those rock band that made great music together because we didn’t get along, not in spite of it. The tension between us was what fueled the music, so to speak; it’s what made the sex great. Take away the tension and replace it with harmony and the spark would be gone. The sex would have still been good, just no longer special.
Which is why we didn’t hang out at all outside of the proverbial bedroom. We knew that if we did, we’d either: 1) Hate each so much that we wouldn’t even want to get together for a hate-fuck session or: 2) We’d start to get along better, which would lead to an emotional connection, which would lead to us seeing each other as actual human beings with dreams and feelings and all that crap, which would lead to harmony instead of tension, which would lead to the end of the great music we made together. And neither of us wanted that.
