“I told her to go for it. If you and her were meant to be together then you were meant to be together. She wanted you... badly." Monica looked up at me.

“If I stopped her she might always resent me for it.”

I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't have to.

Monica fixed me with her serious glare. "I knew I would love you so much more for staying loyal to me. But if you couldn't resist her..."

Her hands balled into fists and she closed her eyes.

“If you couldn't be faithful, then you didn't deserve my virginity."

Her eyes flew open, filled with as much fire and anger as I'd ever felt from her before. "And you didn't deserve it."

"So it was a test!" I spat. I don't respond well to being manipulated like this.

“And you failed." Her voice was cold.

“And did Nate deserve your virginity?" I accused. It was my turn to be angry.

The comment seemed to deflate her. She stuttered a few times before muttering "Well..."

“Well, what?"

“I don't know!" she yelled, visibly upset with herself.

“It... it was a rash decision. I was so angry with you."

For a minute, Monica's eyes waggled back and forth as she stared down at the floor trying to organize her thoughts.

“I mean, immediately after Ellie seduced you on Monday she called me to admit everything

And then I couldn't help but notice how you completely stopped trying to get into my pants for the whole week. Hell, the only time we did anything naughty was when I had to initiate a blowjob before practice on Thursday. By game night, I was just really, really pissed at you. I wanted to hurt you. And so... I did it."

We Lapsed into silence for another few minutes.

At long last, I just let out a sigh that seemed to go on forever. And when my breath was gone and my shoulders sagged, I let my head roll back against the headrest. "To be honest, I feel worse for Nate than hurt by you." I turned and looked at my girlfriend. Only now, I wasn't really seeing her as my girlfriend anymore. In my heart, I knew we were done.

“He really does like you, Monica. I feel bad that you used him and his feelings to lash out at me."

I let my head fall forward, burying my face in my hands.

“But me?

You're right." I sighed again. "I didn't deserve your virginity.”

So now I was sorry. And she was sorry. And no amount of words was going to make everything right. At least not tonight.

“David! Pick up the phone! It's your sister!"