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BMS 10

Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

against you." "Oh." I simply responded. It wasn't really lying if I didn't acknowledge it. I was stone sober the whole night, of course, but I guess he didn't need to know that. "Was May drunk too?" He asked, with a little more hostility. "May was definitely drunk." I said with a slight chuckle. My eyes met his and my small smile disappeared entirely. He nodded slowly. "Okay." He said, then softened up a little. "Relax, buddy. You look like you're going to have a heart attack." I became self-aware enough to notice I was two steps from hyperventilation. I started inhaling and exhaling slowly again. "Hate the game, not the player." Carson remarked out loud. "It's cool. As long as you were drunk and weren't thinking clearly, I'm not upset with you." I shifted in my seat and didn't say anything. Carson accepted it as a continuation of my previous silence and moved on. "I do need to talk with May though." He thought aloud. He loudly sighed, then stood up. "Um, listen..." he began. "I need a little time to myself. Would you mind getting out of here? No offense." "Uh, sure, yeah." I quickly said, thanking the heavens that went down as quickly and smoothly as it did. Wordlessly, I stood up and walked towards the front door. Carson didn't accompany me or anything. I think he went straight to his room. I was supposed to feel better after telling him, but I ended up feeling worse. I didn't dare look back - I never really saw Carson so drained like that before, and the knowledge that I ... caused that made shame burn through my cheeks. Feeling kind of drained myself, I trudged out of the door. I was what I expected to see, a black Ford Focus and a hipster in sunglasses casually eating a granola bar. "12:30" my ass." Nicole bitterly declared as she looked at her phone. "Try 1:06." "Carson got home late." I justified myself. "Didn't you see him walk by?" "I was busy doing other things." Nicole defended herself, her mouth full of her granola bar. "Exam time is actually crunch time for the school paper too, you know. And typing is a lot more difficult in a car." "Maybe you just couldn't see him." I quipped, pointing to the sunglasses. "What's with the shades?" "Snow is bright, bozo." Nicole shot back, a mischievous smile on her face. "Just get the fuck in the car." We got in the car and Nicole started it, beginning to drive without a word being exchanged between us. Almost out of a sense of obligation, I justified myself again. "You could have texted me if you needed to get out of here." Nicole stopped at a stoplight before she looked at me, one eyebrow visibly cocked behind her sunglasses. "You stopped going to karate to avoid talking to me. The last time you texted me in who knows how long was because you needed me to be your chauffeur. Want me to hold your fucking hand too?" I tried to formulate a response, but my blind anger quickly faded to allow my brain to soak in the truth of her words. "Sorry." I eventually croaked. Nicole sighed loudly. "I'm sorry too." ...