She’d be lying if she said she couldn’t tell that Ryan was sorry. Because she could tell in his voice, and by the look on his face, but she didn’t wanna hear it right then. At all. So she turned away from him, and didn’t give him any attention at all. This wasn’t something she could just look past, and act as if it didn’t happen. This as a huge deal. She didn’t know what made him think that this would play out okay, what made him think that he shouldn’t tell her. What if she never found out Trevor was cheating, herself? Would he have told her then? God. As hard as it was, she’d just have to ignore him for now. The amount of hurt she felt in this moment was more than she could ever remember feeling.
“So I’m just supposed to believe you both, when you say you haven’t fucked? Yeah, right, that’ll happen.” Pam narrowed her eyes, looking down to keep herself from saying anything. She knew they hadn’t slept together, that’s all that mattered. She didn’t have to prove it to him. “I’m owning up to it! I cheated! I’ve been cheating, for a while now! There you have it. At least I’m admitting it now, and not saying that I’m just kissing her. Jesus christ.”
“We’re not lying. That’s all it was. And you’re only admitting it because I caught you, so don’t even try to act like you’ve come out and told me this yourself.” She spoke, letting out a sigh. “How could you.. do that, and not feel guilty? You’d come back from ‘work’ and lay next to me in bed, and jesus christ, you had just gotten back from fucking around with another girl.” She wasn’t crying at this point, though she knew she would be later. “And you just.. acted like nothing happened. You laid in OUR bed, after hooking up with some slut. You’re disgusting, and not at all the person I thought I knew.” As if she hadn’t already been a little weary about the wedding due to her feelings with Ryan, this sure helped it.
She watched Ryan take a step towards Trevor, really before he could even process what Pam said, and she knew it was just going to get worse. She shook her head at his words, looking down at her feet because, damn, confrontation made her nervous. If she hadn’t been mad at Ryan, she would of laughed at him. Because it was true, she wondered how Trevor would look if they had had sex. He was already acting like them kissing was five thousand times worse than what he did.
And then the next thing she knew, there was punching, well on Ryan’s end. She placed a hand over her mouth, not really knowing what to do. Because as much as she wanted to stop Ryan.. Trevor deserved it. But then Trevor stood up straight without a word, and punched Ryan back in the face, twice. “Trevor, stop it!” She tried once, not knowing if she was even heard. As much as Pam wanted to run up and try and get them to stop, she knew it wasn’t going to work. This had been a long time coming for Ryan, and Trevor was just being a dick. So she ran into the living room, waking up all the guys and shoving them in the direction of the room while telling them to break it up. Someone had to, because she was positive they wouldn’t stop on their own.
He rolled his eyes, laughing darkly and shaking his head. “You’re so fucking stubborn. I’m your best friend, she’s your fiancee, and yet you STILL don’t believe either of us?” He honestly didn’t care at this point, because if he wouldn’t at least believe Pam, there was no point in trying to convince him. He would think what he wanted.
Ryan listened as she spoke, and he wished he was anywhere but there. He didn’t want to hear this, at all. It killed him in so many ways, and it was wrong for him to be jealous and upset and killed by it all, but he was. He just felt bad, and guilty, and also a little disgusted, he fought back all the things he was thinking and swallowed his feelings, fighting back tears and remarks and everything he wanted to do, closing himself off. He just focused on how much he hated Trevor, and how he wanted to hurt him. For doing this to Pam, for doing this to Ryan and making him choose… everything.
He was proud of himself, glad the punches had the outcome he wanted: shock and pain. Trevor was bleeding quite a bit he noticed when he straightened, and that was the last thing Ryan saw before he felt his own pain, clutching his face. “Son of a bitch.” Everything after that was a blur, blind punches and anything else he could do. It didn’t matter this was his oldest, closest friend. They were enemies, and nothing was off limits. He wasn’t holding back, neither of them were. Ryan didn’t really register the pain, but he knew once this was over he would. Right now he needed to prove a point, stand his ground, and he never backed down from a fight.
He barely processed being pulled apart, or at least attempting to be pulled apart from Trevor, but it wouldn’t be enough, he wanted to keep getting his shots in. He was still so angry, and when he was mad it didn’t take whole lot to keep him from going and going until he said everything he needed to say, or in this case, threw all the punches he felt were necessary. He could tell they would come out of this looking pretty bad, at least from what he could see, he just hoped Trevor looked worse. He had gotten his shots in first, and being totally unexpected and full of his pent up rage, had been slightly harder then the ones Trevor had thrown. But Ryan could feel his nose bleeding, his left eye was killing him, and he’d probably have a black eye for a week or so. Whatever. It was so worth it. But he didn’t stop, getting some last minute punches in before Jake and Kevin somehow managed to break them apart. Ryan’s chest was heaving, and he’d wipe the blood that he could feel dripping from his eye if his arms weren’t being restrained. “Let me go, I’m fine,” he spat, still pissed and wanting to get far away from here, struggling a bit trying to get out of the hold Jake had him in. “I hope you’re happy, you’ve managed to ruin everyone’s week and about half of the relationships in this room. Congratulations, hope she was worth it.” He fought his way out, giving one last glare before storming out of the room. He was out of breath, pissed beyond belief, and now he had added pain in an assortment of places. Great. He didn’t know where he was going, but he just needed to get out of there, and fast.
As soon as Ryan admitted that he knew, she took a step back from him. No. How could he have known and not told her? How in the world couldn’t he tell her? She shook her head, not saying a word. What was she supposed to say to him? She thought that what they had was strong, perfect, even. Why wouldn’t he tell her something that important. She didn’t know how he could keep something like that from her. “Don’t,” She whispered, shaking her head even more and making sure to keep distance from the both of them.
She watched, her arms folded across her chest, wanting nothing more than to leave in that moment. But Ryan was defending her, and getting in Trevor’s face. And Trevor had a temper too, though not as bad as Ryan’s. If she didn’t stand here, she was sure they could probably kill each other.
“You’re seriously defending her right now? What the hell has gotten into you?” All he had done was give him shit for cheating, or treating Pam wrong. And it made no sense because before they had met, he’d tell Ryan about some fight they had, and usually Ryan would laugh. Not lately. Trevor glanced over at Pam, then back at Ryan. And then it made sense once Ryan had said he’d lost ‘the best thing he could have ever had in his life’. “Wow. I can’t believe it. Isn’t this just fucking adorable?” He looked between them again, shaking his head furiously. “You both are fucking, aren’t you?” He turned to Pam, “Really?! You’re pissed off at me, and you’re fucking my best friend? My BEST FRIEND? At least I was hooking up with a girl you didn’t even know!”
“Don’t turn this around on me,” Pam spoke softly, not really loving the whole yelling thing. Plus she was too hurt to work herself up in order to yell. “Yeah. Ryan and I…” What did she say? Are? Were? She didn’t know in that moment. She didn’t know anything. “All we ever did was kiss,” that was easier to say. “We never went past that.” She slowly shook her head, avoiding even having to look at Ryan. “Thank you so, so much though, for finding a girl I didn’t know, to fuck. That really just.. makes this so much easier.”
“You kissed her? Are you fucking serious?” Trevor was pissed, not that he really had a right to be. But that was not something your best friend did. He shoved Ryan out of his face, “I asked you to bond! Not try and fuck her! I should have known.” He glanced over at Pam with a smirk, shaking his head furiously. “Ryan will try and fuck just about any girl, don’t think you’re that special, sweetie. Took me a bit to figure it out, but now it’s pretty damn clear.”
It killed him even further when she stepped away from him, not even looking at him anymore. This hurt. This hurt bad, and he hadn’t meant for the not telling part to hurt her too, but now it had and he wasn’t sure what to do but keep apologizing and hoping after all this settled down she’d forgive him. Somehow. “Pam I’m so sorry.” It probably wouldn’t help, but he was practically begging and he hoped she could see it in his face and hear it in his voice just how sorry he was. This wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want her in this way, especially if it meant she could never trust him again.
“What the hell has gotten into me?! I’m looking pretty damn innocent next to you. I’m not the one that cheated on my fiancee. It’s called being a decent human being, something you’ve apparently forgotten about.” He wouldn’t let him throw this all back on him, he wasn’t the one who deserved to be put in the spotlight, thrown on trial, and he wouldn’t let that happen. But it was mostly wishful thinking, since the pieces of the puzzle had finally come together in Trevor’s mind, Ryan could read it all over his face. He knew him well enough by now to know what he was thinking and feeling. “Ya see, that’s the difference here. There’s no fucking going on. A little tip you should remember for next time.” He conveniently decided to leave out the fact that they were in love, and how badly he did wish he could have had sex with her by now, because that wouldn’t help either of their cases. “Hey woah no, don’t you fucking dare put this all on her. This wasn’t just her, there’s two of us involved here, and we never actually meant for this to happen. Unlike you, who did this willingly. So I’d take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror next time, and don’t accuse people of shit that isn’t true.”
When Pam spoke he could barely look at her, because he didn’t want to look over and see something that would make him feel even worse about the situation. She sounded so unlike herself, so quiet and upset that he tried to ignore her, as much as it hurt him, only because he couldn’t deal with that right now. He had other things to focus on, like the fact that Trevor had dared to try and make it seem like a kiss was worse than him cheating, and even shoving him a bit to prove his point. They had done this, a while ago, gotten pissed off and shoved each other, some wrestling on the ground and then ten minutes later they were good again. This… this was different. It felt different and he was so blinded by anger that he couldn’t see them coming back together so easily after this. “Yeah, I kissed her, which was probably the best thing that’s happened to her in months,” he said, practically snarling as he stepped right into his face. “Unlike you, I don’t just stick my dick anywhere I want. I have self control, and yeah I may have kissed her, but that was it. Wanna know why? Because we would have never done that to you, but boy oh boy I really wish we had, just to see your face.” He was beyond mad, he didn’t even know what he was saying, but his next comment really was the last and final straw for Ryan. He was speechless, and he hadn’t actually expected to have anything to say in response, but he knew that when words failed, fists usually work just as well, if not better. So he took a step back, punching Trevor square in the face, not even caring he was his best friend. Right now, he hated him. “That’s for saying I’d fuck any girl-” he paused, watching him turn back around before placing another well landed punch to his jaw. “And that’s for saying she’s not special. Because she is.” Asshole.
It was comforting, having Ryan here, like he always was. He was literally always there for her. And she loved him for it. And she felt bad crying over Trevor, when she was in love with Ryan. But she loved Trevor too. It was just in two completely different ways. It was complicated. And Ryan knew that. She couldn’t help it. This was just not something she saw coming. She really didn’t think it would happen. But again, it made sense now. She just shook her head, as he spoke. Not really having any words to say. She didn’t know what to say. She was embarrassed. Really embarrassed. She felt low, and kinda disgusting. And extremely stupid. How did she buy all those work excuses beforehand. She watched him get up, immediately following after him. Ryan had been pissed by things Trevor had done the past few weeks, but this was different, and she was kinda scared for what Ryan could do. As much as she didn’t want to see Trevor in the moment, she kinda had to.
“I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later,” Trevor spoke quickly, shutting the phone and shoving it in his pocket as soon as he’d heard the door open. When he turned around, he was met with Ryan. But he could immediately tell, especially after being friends for so long, that he was pissed. And then in came Pam, and she was upset, as she had been for the past month or so. Dramatic.. shit. No, this wasn’t her normal upset look. She was really upset. “What?”“
“You’re cheating on me.” Pam spoke up, taking a small step forward. Her eyes tearing up again. Trevor immediately turned to Ryan, “You fucking told her?! What the hell, man? I thought I could trust you!” Pam looked over at Ryan, wide eyes, a hurt expression on her face. Ryan… knew. Ryan knew she was getting cheated on this whole time? And hadn’t said a thing? Seriously? The one person she thought she could trust. “You…. have to be kidding,” Pam muttered, looking up at Ryan with hopeful eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t know. Tell me he’s lying.”
“I’m not fucking lying. He knew! You think he’s such a great guy, I told him the day I came back from that work convention!” If he was going down, he might as well bring Ryan down with him. He didn’t get how the hell they got so close, though, it was originally what he wanted. “Listen, I was going to call it off once I got back. But Pam.. what did you expect? All you do is nag! ‘When are you coming home?’ ‘Can you have lunch with me today?’ ‘Will you be back for dinner?’ ‘I don’t get why you have to stay so late’ you’re fucking smothering me!”
“Are you kidding me? God forbid I wanted to spend some time with my fiancee! I’m so sorry I bothered you!”
Ryan knew his temper wasn’t something to be messed with, and neither were the people he cared about. And right now in his life, Pam was at the top of the list. And he knew she wasn’t his girlfriend, but he loved her, and she had told him she loved him, so that was enough for him. They had bonded pretty quick, and fell in love just as quickly. He knew he wanted to be with her, and this whole thing with Trevor was fucking that all up. Ryan was in the hardest situation he’d probably ever be in, and now that it was all getting aired out, he’d have some major decisions to be making. And pretty quickly too, because he was about to confront his best friend. For cheating on the girl he loved… oh boy.
He watched him hang up the phone, crossing his arms in front of him. He was about to speak up, but Pam beat him to it, and there he was again, stuck in the middle. Literally and figuratively. Twice as bad. He could only stand there and watch as this unfolded in front of him, feeling like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t have, something that wasn’t his business, which was true. Except he was involved, and then Trevor was selling him out. His best fucking friend, throwing him under the bus. “No I didn’t tell her, you idiot, she heard you talking to the girl on the phone just now. Real discreet… classy,” he said, moving closer to him. He was pissed, but then he looked over at Pam and he was sure his heart shattered, because the look on her face was something he never wanted to see again. Disappointment mixed with embarrassment, and the tears in her eyes tied it all together in one depressing, soul-destroying bow. Shit. Why hadn’t he thought of this, anticipated this? “Pam…. he did, he told me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t think it was my place… considering.” He cut himself off, feeling like the actual worst person on the planet. “I’m so, so sorry,” he said, taking a step closer to her but knowing it wouldn’t do much good.
He felt horrible, and didn’t even want to think of their relationship getting destroyed over this… all because Trevor. Who for some reason found it a good idea to keep talking. Big mistake. “Hey, Trevor ..seriously, shut the fuck up. You cheat on her without any real reason, and then you call her a nag and tell her she’s smothering you? Pretty sure that’s what a fucking fiancee is. So I’d stop right there if I were you.” He hadn’t even realized how close he’d gotten to him, and was basically right up in his face. Not that he cared, or even noticed he was so pissed. “I guess if anything will come out of tonight, it’ll be that you’ve lost the best thing you could ever have in your life, and that’s your mistake.”
She heard her name over her own muffled cries, and she knew it was Ryan, she could tell. She didn’t bother looking up, just shaking her head in her hands. She leaned into him as soon as he placed his arm around her and her hands dropped so that she could turn her face into his chest. She couldn’t respond right away, because they were the kind of sobs that gave her the hiccups and it was almost impossible to talk. That always happened to her. She rarely cried for a real reason. Sometimes she got teary with sweet things, but if she was upset and actually cried, it was some full on crying - but it usually took a lot. After what felt like forever, but she knew it was only a minute, she pulled away, slightly, wiping at her eyes as she hiccuped. “I heard him,” She managed to get out, looking up at him, shaking her head. “He’s cheating on me. He was on the phone with her. I heard it.” She placed a hand over her mouth, the sadness coming up again, but also anger. Because she was pissed, as well as sad. Sure, she was cheating. But in a different way. They hadn’t even had sex. This was way worse. “He was on the phone with her, while I’m here! Rooms away!” She quickly said, understanding the words herself but not sure if he’d be able to. Who the hell did this kinda thing? Even she knew not to call or answer calls from Ryan when she was with Trevor. She wasn’t that stupid.
He immediately hated seeing her like this, and he didn’t even know what was wrong yet. Of course he sort of had a clue, buried way back in his mind, but he was ignoring that for now. He shifted closer to her when she moved into him, and he hugged her tighter to him. He hated seeing girls cry in general, but it was a little different when it came to the girl you loved. It broke his heart, really. He felt her move, and he sat up straight and facing her. He tried to ignore how sad she really looked, and instead focus on what she was saying. Him. Trevor, obviously. Cheating on me. His heart sank, because he had been right. He didn’t want to be, but he was, and it sucked. Seeing her cry was one thing, but he definitely didn’t want her crying over that, over him, because he didn’t know a good thing when he had one. He didn’t deserve her anyway, and he tried to register all this information in his head as she said it. He felt angry, at Trevor for even daring to talk to this girl while they were here, and be dumb enough to get caught at that. Moron. And he felt a rush of guilt, because he knew this moment was bound to happen, but now that it had he didn’t know what to do. He sighed, running his hand through his hair like he always did when he was nervous, unsure of how to go about this. “What an asshole. I’m so, so sorry Pam.” He leaned into her, not having the heart to tell her just yet. “He’s such an asshole. I mean, he doesn’t know how good he has it…. I just-” he stopped, shrugging and just feeling so guilty and angry that he knew he had to do something. So he stood up, deciding last minute that he was going to confront him. He deserved a public shaming like this, he had embarrassed Pam and forced Ryan in the middle as the secret keeper, and now he would get an earful… or a fistful. “I’m gonna go have a little talk with him, excuse me,” he said, trying to hide the anger in his voice but he knew she could tell. He didn’t even wait to see if she was behind him, walking briskly to where their room was down the hall.
Pam was exhausted, like so far past exhausted she felt like she could faint. But she had to shower, because her hair had salt water in it, and it was tangled and if she didn’t wash it now, it’d be even worse tomorrow. She took extra long, because the hot water felt good and she felt like she could fall asleep against the side of the shower. It was a good kind of exhausted, though. Where you had a great day, and also a hell of a lot of sun. So it wasn’t bad that she was tired. Once she got out, she got dressed in some shorts and a tank top for sleep. Because no way was she going to walk through the living room in a towel with the guys there. She didn’t trust them, at all. Except Ryan. She trusted him, obviously. She towel dried her hair, knowing it’d take three times longer to dry if she put it in a bun right away. She grabbed her clothes and towel and left the bathroom, glancing at the couch of guys as she passed the living room. They all looked pretty tired. Especially Ryan who seemed to be almost asleep, figured. She slowed down when she heard whispering inside of the room she shared with Trevor, a quizzical look on her face. Who could he even be talking to? She took a few steps closer, and she could actually make out the words he was saying. “I got the picture.. yeah it was nice. Real fucking nice. I wish I could see it in person… No, no she’s in the shower. I miss you, too. …Just a week, I told you that.” Okay, sure, Pam was paranoid. But this was not paranoia. This was serious. And she could tell. She bit down on her bottom lip, taking a step back and letting out a breath.Trevor was cheating on her. And suddenly, in that moment, everything just clicked. All of the days he had to stay late, and the lunches he had to skip, along with the dinners, and how he didn’t call during his week at the work convention. It all made sense. And normally, she’d walk away.. but that really upset her. Really upset her Sure.. sure, she wasn’t innocent. Not at all. She’d been cheating too, with Ryan. But not in the same way Trevor was cheating. She could tell by the sound of his voice and how much time he’d spent away from her - they had fucked. She hadn’t even gone that far. Sure, she’d thought about it, a lot, a hell of a lot. But she didn’t do it. She didn’t know what to do in that moment. And she knew she couldn’t go back into the living room, because her eyes were filled with tears and she knew there was no way she could get rid of them quick enough for one of the guys not to notice. Instead, she walked down the hall. Away from her room, and that fucking douchebag, and away from the rest of the guys in the livingroom. There was a bench at the end of the hall, a nice cute little bench that was calling her name. So she sat there, placing her clothes next to her and burring her face in her hands. Because that way she could muffle any sort of sounds that could escape her, hopefully.
Sure enough, he had passed the hell out on the couch, but so had everyone else so he didn’t feel to bad about it. Not his fault the sun kicked all of their asses. In a good, relaxed kind of way. He sat up, yawning quickly and scanning the room. Trevor was still missing, but more importantly, so was Pam. He didn’t bother getting worried about it, since he knew both sides of the secret and he knew nothing would be going on. Not that he would worry anyway, he didn’t worry. He figured they both passed out in bed or something, and he was planning on doing the same thing. Right now. Looked like nothing interesting or fun would be happening, so he might as well pass out comfortably in his bed, and do it all again tomorrow. At this rate he’d probably never leave, this was clearly the perfect life. Why stop that? He threw his beer in the kitchen, done with it, walking up the stairs and down the hall, almost missing the hunched over figure. The blonde stopped him, like it usually did, and it took him a second in his tired state to realize that yes, it was Pam. And she was crying. Shit. “Pam?” he said, pretty much sprinting up to where she was, sitting down next to her and throwing his arm around her, and clearly all their boundaries out the window. All he cared about was that she was upset, and he needed to know why so he could fix it. “Hey…. what’s wrong? What happened?”
Kidding. I love that you take pictures of me. You’re adorable.
I can’t help how photogenic you are. That’s on you.
She grinned when he leaned into her touch, and if there weren’t people around (especially their friends, and her fiance) she would have definitely given him a kiss. But they were surrounded, so no. Instead she rolled her eyes, and she knew that he knew she wanted to. But as usual, they had to hold back. “I’m sure you can do without a good game kiss, nice try.” She served the ball, ignoring him. He wasn’t bad. He hit it back, thank god. It wasn’t like he missed every pass. But he definitely wasn’t as good as her, and she could tell he was surprised by the look on her face. “I have a ton of skills, I told you. I’m glad you’re surprised.” She tossed it back his way, “I like surprising you.” She grinned, a flirty look in her eyes, as always. It was just them, and he was shirtless, and she was wearing a bikini and wow it’d be really easy to remove their clothes right now. And also very wrong. But more importantly, it’d be hot. But instead they stuck with playing volleyball. Which wasn’t as good, but still fun. When they finally called it quits (due to her winning, of course) she tossed the ball aside, a smug grin on her face. “Aw, how’s it feel to lose?” She pouted, clearly making fun of him as she shoved him with her hip. “Don’t worry you’ll beat me on other things… maybe. Probably not.” But they could pretend!
Of course she ended up winning, no surprise there. Except it was a fun game and he didn’t mind losing to her. There were worse people he could be losing too. People who didn’t look the way she did, with an evil but totally sexy glint in her eye the entire time, especially when she scored a point. He’d have to remember this, and how good she is. He’d try to get better, so he could attempt to beat her, because he was one of the worlds worst losers and always had to prove a point. He walked up to the net, pulling a face and sticking his tongue out at her. “It could feel worse…. I had a good view after all.” He grinned at her, not even trying to be discreet in checking her out. “Mhm, when we get back home we’ll pull the board games out and see who the real winner is. I’m the master of scrabble.” He bumped her hip with his own, winking at her before walking back to where his towel was laying in a heap. He needed another drink.
After spending pretty much a consistent eight hours on the beach, they were all pretty tired. And hot. And tired. Did he mention tired? The sun really got to you after a while, that was pretty clear. After a quick shower and changing into some comfortable clothes, Ryan and the guys all settled down, scattered in the living room. Deciding it was probably easier to just take it easy their first night, which seemed like a good idea once they got settled, since none of them felt like moving. Ryan was perfectly fine staying in, a cold beer in his hand as he tried not to fall asleep, listening to some dumb story Trevor was telling. He laughed along, not really listening and mostly trying to will his eyes to stay open. He was slowly giving in when he heard Trev mention something and stand up, walking out of the room with his phone. Ryan barely registered him, cracking one eye open before shutting it again, yawning. Oh yeah, he’d definitely be sleeping right here. It was inevitable.
You’re such a paparazzi get out of my face
“No, I don’t think it’s true drunk or sober. You wish it was.” He was such a wishful thinker. Poor guy. She rolled her eyes, pretending he hadn’t spoken. He was right, they had had this conversation, along with a million other conversations that were weird and probably no one would think to touch base on. But they did. Cause they were weird as hell. She liked that he loved to watch her do things, like he was interested to hear her sing, and bake, and now he wanted to see her with her volleyball skills. He just liked to learn a lot about her like she liked to do the same with him. It was great. “I’m real good. Like, astounding. You’re going to be mind-blown.” Since that was the only type of blowing allowed lately. Damn it. She glanced back at him, her eyebrows narrowed, “Feel what…?” She asked, confused. Pausing to see exactly what he had been feeling, which she really wished she didn’t, because before she knew it she was in the sand and he was on top of her. She let out a groan, sand covered the front of her. God what a gross feeling. She stood up once he got off her, brushing as much sand as she could off. But it stuck to both the water and the tanning lotion she had had on her. What a jerk. “It’s the first day and you’re already begging for me to hurt you!” She called after him, making her way to her own towel and shaking it off before using it to get even more sand off of her. “We’re playing volleyball,” She told him as she made her way to the net, quickly grabbing the ball before he could. “Well, I’m schooling you, actually.” She winked, moving forward and pushing him towards the other side. “Get on the losing side of the net, babe. Go on.” She was very confident in this area.
“Well then I’m ready to have my mind blown, bring it sweetheart.” He had no idea whether she’d be good, but he sort of had an idea she was since she wouldn’t let it go. Funny thing was he wasn’t all that great at volleyball himself, so he already had a feeling he’d be losing. As long as she wasn’t bullshitting, or if he somehow got good in the next five seconds. He doubted it though. He just ignored her as she called after him, putting the glasses back on his face and drying the rest of his body off, walking over to where the net was set up and grabbing the ball. If he was anyone other than himself, he would care about losing, and if she was anyone but Pam, he would try to impress her and maybe even feel embarrassed But with her he never had to feel that way, and was actually looking forward to playing against her… mostly because watching her move around in a small bikini was a really good way to spend an afternoon. So his lose wouldn’t really be that bad. “We are playing volleyball… did you forget that?” The teasing between them was never ending, but he loved that. He let her steal the ball, ladies first, smirking down at her. Everything they did seemed to be just full of sexual energy, but he guessed that’s what happened when you couldn’t act on those feelings. And that sucked. “What, no friendly ‘good game’ kiss?” he said quietly, leaning into her touch briefly before walking over to his own side of the net. “Stop trash talking and serve the ball, I want to get this over with so I can have a victory lap and a beer.” More like a losing walk back to his towel and a beer so he could forget how bad he’d be. When in doubt, fake confidence always worked. He watched as she sent over the ball, hitting it back over with surprising ease, hoping it would be this easy, but then he missed it a few shots in, shaking his head. Okay, she was good. “So ms. Pamela Beesly does have some skills! Color me surprised.” And slightly turned on.