Pretty Boy

Tell That You're Still Mine

Hogan:

"What the fuck, Bre?" I grumble as I push her off of me.

It had already been ten minutes since I tried to get her, yet she still wouldn't budge. I'm not even sure if she's actually drunk since I'm pretty certain no person under the influence of alcohol would act super clingy and touchy when they see someone. And why the fuck would she suddenly kiss me after I told her we were done? Damn it. I should've known better. I shouldn't have gone to the excuse of getting her just so I could detain my conflicting feelings towards Serge. Honestly, I don't even know what I was planning to do this afternoon, yet I couldn't seem to take it off my mind.

I should also get him since he's probably wondering what's taking me so long, yet I couldn't because this motherfucker took my phone when he called and threw it in the pool.

"Come on now. Don't act like you don't want me. Because I know you do." Bre says, staring at me trying to look for any sign that I'm still into her.

She probably didn't get any because she finally scoffs and darts her eyes towards me.

"Honestly, what do I have to do? Am I being a wrecked not enough for you? You're fucking pathetic Hogan." She continues while looking at me with forced tears in her eyes.

I don't really want to be directly with her even if I know the answer to that question. Yet, I need to push her off already, so she won't bother pushing herself towards me even more.

"I've told you already, we're done. Is that hard to understand?" I answer.

She seems to be disappointed with my response and folds her arms while biting her lip. "Is it because of Serge?" She pushes.

I'm just so surprised with her words that I didn't even realize how immediate my answer was. "What? No." I exclaim.

"Then why?" She asks. "Why don't you look at me the same way anymore? I know he's reason. I know how greedily you look at him. I'm not fucking dumb, Hogan." She continues.

I could really act like I don't know what she means, but instead I try to defend my feelings and counter, "Then, what if he is?" Would you stop now? Because for Christ's sake, what more do I have to tell you?" I answer back.

She just looks at me with a glimmer in her eyes as she continues to speak, "I just want you to tell me that you love me. Tell me that you're still mine. Tell me that you don't want him, but me. Just fucking say it, Hogan." She rants.

I couldn't help but feel awed by the tone she perceives and feel guilty for seeing her beg, yet I couldn't bring my mouth to say the words because the lies she just said are nowhere near to what I'm really feeling.

"No Bre. You're just drunk. Let's go." I say, while wrapping my hands around her, guiding her to move.

She immediately pushes me off, though, and shoots me with a menacing look. "Get off of me! You homo." She wines.

I'm just stunned by her words, and feel instant anger with the way she says it with so much derisiveness. Honestly, what is up with her? I don't even know what I'm still doing here, and why I even bothered to try to talk to her because it seems like she's not into it either.

Finally, losing it, I turn back to my heels and leave her in her place. I've just lost my interest in ever trying to mend things with her and feel more rage as I head towards the door while hearing her continuously whining.

"Really, Hogan. That's it? You're going to fucking regret this! Fuck you." She screams for me to hear her.

I just block her words out and proceed to exit the house with displeasure rushing through my veins. It gets more heated once I face the bright porch and try to find my car.