So four out of nine. I grabbed the bottle, took a breath, and spun it around the room. I could feel each fiber of the carpeting scratch my knees as I waited for the bottle to slow. I looked in temporary horror as it slowed and skirted passed Kaylee. Just as it looked like it was going to stop on Chelsea, I lost my balance and fell to the floor, rocking the bottle into one of my best guy friends. “Guess it’s your choice” he laughed, and luckily there was no argument after my fall. “Kaylee” I said, quickly, firmly and I’m sure unlike my normal personality back then. I heard some ooh’s go up from a few girls and her eyes widened in apparent surprise. She blushed a little and got up, following me into Chelsea’s closet. I opened the closet door and closed it behind her, knowing I was going to have to do this in a hurry. “Just relax and let me help you enjoy the next few minutes” I said softly to her and quickly kissed her. There was a small light on in the closet, giving me just enough of. “Are you saying you told him to have sex with me?” “Did he make you come?” His expression was impassive, his body rigid. “Y-yes. What the fuck, Washington?” “I didn’t tell him to fuck you, Jackie. You did. I just told him I wouldn’t be pissed at him.” Hawk’s words came back to her, him urging her not to go home with Cam. He’d known, and she hadn’t listened. “That doesn’t bother you?” she asked. “Seriously?” He shrugged, looking down at his beer on the coffee table. “Not if it helped. You needed it.” Jackie heaved a short laugh and covered her face with her hand. “What?” he asked. “Sex isn’t like Tylenol, Washington. It only would have helped if it were with... you.” “Let it go,” he murmured. She shut her eyes. Took a deep breath. “The meaningless sex thing doesn’t work for me anymore. Walking home that night was the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” “You walked home alone?” His deep voice was tight, constrained. “Of course I did,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him. “You.
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