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“What, exactly, do we need to talk about?” Spencer said curtly, his voice sounding uncharacteristically cold to Margot.
“Did you take Margot’s virginity?”
“What?” Spencer choked, sounding as though he’d just been punched in the in gut.
“You heard my fucking question, Smith. Did you, or didn’t you?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your--”
“None of my business? None of my business? How about it’s my business when you’ve been lying to her for four years, hmm?” Brendon was pointing at the phone, as though Spencer were standing there in front of him to see.
“Fine! Fine, yeah, we did it, okay? But she was drunk--”
“She was drunk?” Brendon repeated incredulously. “She was drunk? She was drunk and you weren’t? You’d better be fucking messing with me, Smith, otherwise, I swear to God, I’ll--”
“You’ll what?” Margot interrupted, trying to get into the conversation that was centered around her, after all.
“I’ll get your parents involved, Margot. I swear I will! That’s bullshit! He took advantage of you while you were drunk, that’s fucking illegal, you know!”
“So what? If I refuse to press charges--”
“You’re a minor, Margot. Your parents can press charges, as I’m sure they will when they find out that he pretty much raped you while you were drunk!” Brendon was so angry, he couldn’t even take time out to attempt kindness at Margot. He was seeing red, and nobody escaped the filter it placed over his vision.
“Hey! Nobody’s pressing charges on anyone, okay?” Spencer spoke up, as Margot and Brendon had forgotten about him temporarily. “I was seventeen, so there are no charges to be pressed, right?”
“You’d be surprised,” Brendon spat.
“You know what? I think you’re just jealous that I got a piece of that and you didn’t!”
“Spencer!” Margot gasped, appalled.
“Oh really? I think you’re wrong, because I tapped that just last night!”
“Brendon!” Margot growled through clenched teeth. Neither boy paid her any attention.
“You did what? Margot, is he telling the truth?”
“Well--”
“What? Now you’re jealous, huh, Spenny? Jealous that Margot likes me now, and you’re just a fleeting fling that happened once, a long time ago.”
“That’s not--”
“Fuck you! You’re the jealous one! I got her first, I got her cherry, and all you got was a hangover.”
“Spencer!” Margot couldn’t believe what she was hearing out of her friend’s mouth. Was this how he really felt about her?
“Wow. Just…wow. I don’t think you’ve changed one bit from when we were friends, Spencer. I really don’t.” Brendon shook his head, rubbing his temples in a very frustrated manner.
“What?” At this, Margot grabbed the phone out of Brendon’s hands and spoke into it. “Spencer? Is that true?”
“I--”
“Yeah, Spence!” Brendon yelled, pulling the receiver towards himself a bit. “Tell her! And, while you’re at it, tell her who put crickets in her piñata at her tenth birthday party! And who told everyone at school that she gave five guys a blowjob? And who coined the phrase, ‘Large-o Margot’?”
“That was you!” Margot said, jaw-dropped, face blushing bright red, remembering how that nickname had plagued her through her middle school years. “All of that? It was all you, Spencer?”
“I--well, I mean…You know--I just…”
“Don’t lie to me,” she said quietly, her voice taking on a deadly-calm tone. “Tell me the fucking truth, Spencer. You owe that much to me.”
Spencer sighed, and when he spoke, it was in a somewhat choking tone, as though his voice were cracking. As though he were trying not to cry. “Yeah, it was me, Margot. I’m so--”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Spencer? I wouldn’t care if you had just…told me.” Margot hastily used her palms to roughly wipe away a few tears that had managed to leak out of her eyes before Brendon could see.
Brendon saw, and he wished he hadn’t. No, in fact, he wished he could reach over and wipe away the tears for her. He wanted to hug her, hold her tightly, and not let go. Brendon almost smacked himself. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Stop being a pussy-bitch, he told himself. Concentrate on the problem at hand.
“You would have cared,” Spencer told her. “You would have cared, and you would have never been my friend.”
“You never fucking cared about being my friend!” Margot yelled, slamming her hand against the wall over and over, then kicking the pole that held up the phone box. “You just wanted to get in my pants, right? You just wanted to fuck me, right? Am I right? Spencer!” She was full-out crying now, regardless of whether or not Brendon would see.
“No! That’s not true, Margot! You’re my best and only friend! I love you, Margot, please!”
“Spencer, you love your fucking self. If you loved me, you would have told me all this a long time ago, okay? Have fucking fun without me!” Margot took this opportunity to slam the phone into the hook repeatedly until she was quite sure that she had, indeed, hung up on Spencer, and made quite the statement while doing it. She let the receiver rest on the hook, walking away to rest against the hood of the car, still crying silent tears.
“Margot,” Brendon joined her, leaning beside her and trying to slip his arm around her shoulders. Had she been less upset, she probably would have shied away, but, for some reason, she allowed Brendon to comfort her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Brendon,” she sniffed, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer, burying her face in his chest. “It’s not your fault. Spencer should have been the one to tell me, and he didn’t.” She dried her eyes on his shirt, and he didn’t care. Brendon led Margot into the car and sat her in the back seat, moving the bags so she could lay down comfortably. He then climbed into the front seat and turned the car on, revving the engine before resuming their road trip.
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“Did you take Margot’s virginity?”
“What?” Spencer choked, sounding as though he’d just been punched in the in gut.
“You heard my fucking question, Smith. Did you, or didn’t you?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your--”
“None of my business? None of my business? How about it’s my business when you’ve been lying to her for four years, hmm?” Brendon was pointing at the phone, as though Spencer were standing there in front of him to see.
“Fine! Fine, yeah, we did it, okay? But she was drunk--”
“She was drunk?” Brendon repeated incredulously. “She was drunk? She was drunk and you weren’t? You’d better be fucking messing with me, Smith, otherwise, I swear to God, I’ll--”
“You’ll what?” Margot interrupted, trying to get into the conversation that was centered around her, after all.
“I’ll get your parents involved, Margot. I swear I will! That’s bullshit! He took advantage of you while you were drunk, that’s fucking illegal, you know!”
“So what? If I refuse to press charges--”
“You’re a minor, Margot. Your parents can press charges, as I’m sure they will when they find out that he pretty much raped you while you were drunk!” Brendon was so angry, he couldn’t even take time out to attempt kindness at Margot. He was seeing red, and nobody escaped the filter it placed over his vision.
“Hey! Nobody’s pressing charges on anyone, okay?” Spencer spoke up, as Margot and Brendon had forgotten about him temporarily. “I was seventeen, so there are no charges to be pressed, right?”
“You’d be surprised,” Brendon spat.
“You know what? I think you’re just jealous that I got a piece of that and you didn’t!”
“Spencer!” Margot gasped, appalled.
“Oh really? I think you’re wrong, because I tapped that just last night!”
“Brendon!” Margot growled through clenched teeth. Neither boy paid her any attention.
“You did what? Margot, is he telling the truth?”
“Well--”
“What? Now you’re jealous, huh, Spenny? Jealous that Margot likes me now, and you’re just a fleeting fling that happened once, a long time ago.”
“That’s not--”
“Fuck you! You’re the jealous one! I got her first, I got her cherry, and all you got was a hangover.”
“Spencer!” Margot couldn’t believe what she was hearing out of her friend’s mouth. Was this how he really felt about her?
“Wow. Just…wow. I don’t think you’ve changed one bit from when we were friends, Spencer. I really don’t.” Brendon shook his head, rubbing his temples in a very frustrated manner.
“What?” At this, Margot grabbed the phone out of Brendon’s hands and spoke into it. “Spencer? Is that true?”
“I--”
“Yeah, Spence!” Brendon yelled, pulling the receiver towards himself a bit. “Tell her! And, while you’re at it, tell her who put crickets in her piñata at her tenth birthday party! And who told everyone at school that she gave five guys a blowjob? And who coined the phrase, ‘Large-o Margot’?”
“That was you!” Margot said, jaw-dropped, face blushing bright red, remembering how that nickname had plagued her through her middle school years. “All of that? It was all you, Spencer?”
“I--well, I mean…You know--I just…”
“Don’t lie to me,” she said quietly, her voice taking on a deadly-calm tone. “Tell me the fucking truth, Spencer. You owe that much to me.”
Spencer sighed, and when he spoke, it was in a somewhat choking tone, as though his voice were cracking. As though he were trying not to cry. “Yeah, it was me, Margot. I’m so--”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Spencer? I wouldn’t care if you had just…told me.” Margot hastily used her palms to roughly wipe away a few tears that had managed to leak out of her eyes before Brendon could see.
Brendon saw, and he wished he hadn’t. No, in fact, he wished he could reach over and wipe away the tears for her. He wanted to hug her, hold her tightly, and not let go. Brendon almost smacked himself. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Stop being a pussy-bitch, he told himself. Concentrate on the problem at hand.
“You would have cared,” Spencer told her. “You would have cared, and you would have never been my friend.”
“You never fucking cared about being my friend!” Margot yelled, slamming her hand against the wall over and over, then kicking the pole that held up the phone box. “You just wanted to get in my pants, right? You just wanted to fuck me, right? Am I right? Spencer!” She was full-out crying now, regardless of whether or not Brendon would see.
“No! That’s not true, Margot! You’re my best and only friend! I love you, Margot, please!”
“Spencer, you love your fucking self. If you loved me, you would have told me all this a long time ago, okay? Have fucking fun without me!” Margot took this opportunity to slam the phone into the hook repeatedly until she was quite sure that she had, indeed, hung up on Spencer, and made quite the statement while doing it. She let the receiver rest on the hook, walking away to rest against the hood of the car, still crying silent tears.
“Margot,” Brendon joined her, leaning beside her and trying to slip his arm around her shoulders. Had she been less upset, she probably would have shied away, but, for some reason, she allowed Brendon to comfort her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Brendon,” she sniffed, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer, burying her face in his chest. “It’s not your fault. Spencer should have been the one to tell me, and he didn’t.” She dried her eyes on his shirt, and he didn’t care. Brendon led Margot into the car and sat her in the back seat, moving the bags so she could lay down comfortably. He then climbed into the front seat and turned the car on, revving the engine before resuming their road trip.
Let's all sing! I'm so awesome, because I updated so quickly, because you all are awesome, because you all commented so much. Lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaa, motha-fuckahs. It's three in the morning and I'm watching Zombieland and I just finished writing this and I'm like "Yo, bro, I'ma update the shit out this story!" And I did! I'm so awesomeeeeeee! Woo-fuckin'-hoo, for pseudo-energy so early in the mornin'! Yay! Okay, so...................................Go comment! And subscribe, if you haven't! Be my friend, make my day, do my bidding! A'ight, so...yeah. W00t! OverAndOutxx
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