With or Without You

"Delia!" Craig chases after me and I run into the Zen Garden.

"How could you? How. Could. You?" I say, sobbing.

"Delia-"

"Save it, Craig. I can't believe you. I thought you were different. I thought you had learned your lesson."

"Delia-"

"No. Craig, all the times when you rushed me to get off the phone, when your letters got shorter and less frequent... was that... Kelly?"

"Most of the time. Delia, let me explain."

"What, Craig. Did you get drunk and have sex with her?"

"Yes."

"Or did you- what?"

"I got drunk. She and I were dancing at this party Spinner got us into, and she brought me back to her place. I didn't want to, I barely remember it. She keeps calling and we only did it once, I promise. Delia, look at me."

Craig sits down next to me and lifted my chin. I thought he wanted to kiss me. It was the last thing I wanted and yet, I would have given anything to feel his lips, warm against mine again.

I closed my eyes and tried to turn my face away. "Open your eyes, Delia. " He told me, barely concealing his contempt.

I shook my head, "Just go" I told him. Tears leaked out from behind my closed lids, landing on Craig's hand. He lifted my chin roughly, startling me. I whimpered and slowly opened my eyes. His eyes bored into mine, "Why do you keep makin' accusations like that?" He paced the room now, "How many times am I goin' to have to tell you that I'm not? Besides" he turned to face me now, "How do I know you didn't have sex in London?" He said, snidely.

"Craig."

"Delia- I love you more than anything. I would never do anything on purpose to hurt you. It's my birthday next week and I want you to be there."

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to get me to forgive you. Like a monkey and Jude Law."

"Deliaaa."

I laugh and say, "What? I would enjoy Jude Law in as many ways possible."

"Delia!" he hits me on the arm as the bell rings.

"Oh shit." I grab my things and rush out the door and begin to run to Mr. Simpson's class before stopping and turning around to ask Craig a question. "Craig?"

"Yessum?"

"Am I really that insecure in bed?"

"Um.." He says as we turn into the classroom.

"Craig..." I say with a frown on my face and sit down next to him.

"You tell me not to look at your body when we do!"

"Well, I have certain expectations. Plus. I'm still mad at you. You're on punishment."

"What is my punishment, then?" He says, with a silly grin on his face.

"None. You don't touch me anywhere."

"What?"

"You messed with my head, I'll mess with you."