Chapter 13.3: Boy, When it Rains, it Pours.
She opened her eyes and sat upright. "Do I?" Her face was in scrutiny. He looked into her eyes. "Because I don't know if you noticed, but I am more than slightly confused," she continued. She wanted to have him to flatly tell her what's in his head. "I... I don't know how to say it," Reid was frustrated and impatient with himself. He started to pace about the room. "Well, you knew what you were doing before. Yeah but, I'm the kind of person who acts than says."
Browen's tone and expression became neutral. "I understand. And you're the type of person who acts before he thinks." "Yeah... wait no. I knew what was I doing." "What was that?" He sat at the edge of the bed. "I thought that..." Reid was suffering from brain farts. He surrendered his cool demeanor.
"You want me to fuckin' say it, fine! I think you're hot and beautiful. I think you're one sexy dancer. I hate that you're the only person that can rile me up. Or how you get me turned on by your insults and sarcasm. I haven't slept with a girl for a month. And that I do get jealous when you flirt, date, or do whatever with another guy." he blurted so quickly.
Her blank look kept him in suspense. "Well?" he said with annoyance. How do I respond to that? "What do you want me to say? If you're blaming me for not sleeping with anyone, that's bullshit." "I'm not blaming you. I only explaining what's going on. And I what to know whether or not, you feel the same way." "First off, you pull all this shit out of right field tonight. You trespass into my house. You announce a fucked up version of something. Then, you demand my thoughts of the situation. Boy, when it rains it pours." She got up and walked to the other side of the bed. "Do you or don't you?" He sat next to her.
He looked straight to her face. She turned her face away. She didn't want to answer the question. She didn't even know the answer. He took his hand on her hand and moved her face until she was looking at him. She grabbed his hand and pushed it off. Her eyebrows were knitted looking down. "Browen..." Her eyes elevated to his face. She looked like she was about to cry. "Don't do this," she said. "Just answer me. You asked, I answered. Now it's your turn," he pushed. He returned his hand to the same spot on her face. She swatted his hand.
Every time he try to touch her she hit it away. He was getting impatient with her avoiding the question. He used more force and put his hands on her shoulders and pinned her. Tears streamed down her face. What the hell does he want me to say?! "Get off me!" "Not until you answer," he persisted. Just answer the damn question. She wiggled and try to maneuver but failed under his weight. "Fuck you!" "It sucks when someone wants you to say something you don't want to say, doesn't it?" They both were getting angry at one another.