Male Assumptions - a micro-fiction (strong language)

The belligerent boy, named Warren, stopped his verbal assault on his best girl friend, and asked her if she was okay. He had been upset when he suggested that they sleep together, and she had been disgusted at the suggestion. He was offended that she would even think it odd, or awful that she wouldn't want to sleep with him. And, he didn't understand. Surely she had slept with his other friends, two or three of them, but two for sure and he didn't get why she shouldn't also sleep with him. After all, he was the nicest out of all of them, had been by her side so long, and knew all of her deepest secrets and harshest fears. So, why shouldn't she sleep with him too, at the very least he'd treat her better than the others.

Then she laughed, and then when he asked why not, not just once but six times and pestered her, then she got mad, he thought it rather ridiculous of her to blow up on him, and her answer was barely sufficient, because all she said was, "Because I don't want to, you are my friend. I'm just not into you that way." He thought this rather heartless, as if she should have seen how much better he was, but he took it as a strike against his physicality, or her assumptions that he would make a poor lover. He got defensive, and he hollered, and he got self righteous, and he said, "If its just sex with them, why can't it just be sex with me?"

And she simply said it would change things. Warren laughed to himself, for so long he had heard the words of others, how sex could either be something or it couldn't, if you wanted it to mean nothing but the immediate pleasure, you could control that, surely you could, and of course he would with her, she was his best friend. "It won't change anything, we just get along so well, I mean, you slept with Kirk, and he treated you like shit. Why did you do that?"

She shrugged at him, and slouched back in her chair. For they had been sitting in a Starbucks, and what had started as a light discussion, had erupted into shouted whispers. "Is this what you've been hoping for since the start, have you been harboring these feelings for me the whole time, undressing me, and hoping I might touch you, or suck on you, or let you fuck me?" She stared him down, crossing her arms, raising an eyebrow, demanding an answer.

He scoffed, because he was lying, and he said, "Of course not, don't be silly."