3 March 2013
Sally and I stayed there for a good ten minutes, before we gave in to Paul's begging.
A little bit of pleasure came from making him upset. I noticed it, and knew it was wrong. But he was hurting me so much. And I wanted to make him upset, too.
I sat down and sighed, not meeting his gaze again.
He noticed it immediately, and huffed angrily.
He taught us how to play Pounce, with four decks of cards, and at the end of the first round, I sighed again.
"I don't like this game," I said, looking at Sally.
"Me either," she said, smirking at me. "Let's play something else."
Paul glared at me. "You're only doing that because you're--"
"Because I'm what, Paul?" I asked sweetly.
He grit his teeth. "Nevermind."
"I like this game," Carrie said charmingly.
I looked at Sally and rolled my eyes. Both of us giggled.
"Well, I have to leave in ten minutes," Paul said. "I have to drive my sister to Mansfield. But I'll come back."
"Okay," Sally said, tone bored.
The time soon came for him to leave. He got up.
"We won't miss you," I said coldly, not looking at him.
Once he left, Carrie looked at me.
"Emily, what is *wrong* with you?" She demanded.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to tell her she was part of it. Maybe later.
"Paul," I said. "He's just being a jerk."
"Oh...you mean pretending to be married to me?" She asked.
My teeth set on edge, my hands curling into fists.
"Yeah. And the whole entire head on my lap thing. Like what the actual heck was that?"
She sighed. "I don't know."
It turned out that Carrie was going to leave to spend time with her other friends, which severely angered Sally. Carrie left at about 6:15, but Paul still was not back yet.
"Hey, Em, want me to teach you Spit?" Sally asked.
I smiled at her. "Okay."
Once she taught me, I caught on immediately, and we played round after round after round, screaming if someone won and laughing incredibly hard.
The door knocked and I wondered if it was Paul, but it was actually Heather. We yelled and hugged, and ran back upstairs. She watched Sally and I play Spit, laughing at our antics.
Soon, Paul came in. When he saw Heather, he gave her a huge hug. I turned away, back to the game, unable to watch. Sally and I kept playing, and I started winning frequently.
Paul asked what we wanted to do.
"I don't know," I said irritably.
"You wanna draw, Em?" Paul asked. "I brought markers."
"No, I wanna play this game with Sally," I said, focusing on the cards in front of me and hiding a smile.
"I'll draw," Heather offered.
She went over and sat behind me, beginning to draw a bunny.
"Em, come draw," Paul said.
"No."
"What is wrong with you?" He demanded angrily.
"I want to play with Sally," I said, looking up at her and smiling.
She smiled back.
Paul sighed. "Em, who should I draw first?"
"Um, I dunno," I snapped, laying a card down on the pile.
"Should I draw you?"
"Sure, whatever."
He sighed again.
"Whatever I did--"
"I want to play this game with Sally."
It was terrible having so much fun upsetting him. But I guess with how he makes my heart ache every day, it felt good to make him angry.
"What clothes do you want to wear?" Paul asked.
"I don't know," I snapped.
"I could just not draw you at all," he snarled.
"Fine."
He slammed a marker down.
"I like it when people look at me when they talk to me."
I kept my back on him.
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