“Riddle me this. How many times did you sigh when Wesley finally got Princess Buttercup? How many quotes do you know from the movie?”

What the hell was he going on about? I frowned to myself as I tried to ignore him, but of course he kept going.

“Or was it just me who enjoyed it?”

My mouth ached to open and say something smart-alecky but I kept it closed.

I heard Kent sigh from behind me. "I guess maybe I was the one who wanted that for myself." There was a moment of silence before he continued, "I'm happy for you, Elly. I guess I cut a joke because I wasn’t the first one you told. You used to tell me everything. "

I stood up and turned around, unable to keep it in any longer. “That was before you started dating you-know-who and dropped me like a bad habit! But it doesn’t matter and don’t be fucking happy for me! It was awful and I never want to have sex again!”

Stacy crept into the locker room and cleared her throat softly. It was about damn time!

"You can't swear off sex. It is an amazing thing. You'll like it, eventually, I promise. You just need to do it with the right guy. A guy who deserves you.” His hand moved away from his eyes and he turned his head to look at Stacy who waved at him. The traitor. One look from Kent and she was as harmless as a sleeping kitten.

“Jesus. Should I leave you two alone?” I motioned between them.

Stacy’s eyes finally looked at me and she shook her head, “No, no! But he’s right. You can’t swear off sex because of that jerk.”

I covered my eyes with my hand and let out a deep sigh. Why was this happening to me? What had I ever done to deserve this?

"Elly. I'm sorry for cracking the joke. I really am, okay?" He sounded sorry, but I wasn’t going to let him get off that easily. He should’ve known better than to say something so stupid.

I lowered my hand, the tears were still threatening to spill as I looked at him, his pitiful expression only making me feel worse. “How sorry are you? Sorry enough to let me punch you?”

Stacy gasped. “Elly! Don’t punch him!”

He covered his junk with both hands and nodded, “Go ahead. Punch it out.” He closed his eyes tightly and his body tensed.

I looked between him and Stacy and sighed softly. “It’s not you I want to punch. Not really.”

Stacy exhaled in relief as Kent’s eyes opened. “So you don’t want to hit me now?” His hands slowly moved back to his sides.