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“Listen, Sarah,” Jason said, his voice a little quieter and calmer. “I didn’t seriously expect you to go through your side of the deal anyway. I know you, okay, and I know that that wasn’t the sort of thing you’d agree to.” Suddenly some of my fear turned to anger. “You assumed I would break my end of the deal?” I shouted at him. “Well, aren’t you?” he said, a sneer in his voice. “Come on out, we’ll go to a movie.” Something inside me felt uncomfortable. A movie is what I had wanted, it was what I would have claimed as my prize if I had gay black teens won the game of chess. But I had lost, and by rights I should be giving him his prize, but instead I was receiving my prize anyway. I felt cheap, and awful. “I’m sorry, Jason,” I said softly. I wiped the tears away from my face, sniffing loudly and reaching for a tissue. “You really want to go to a movie?” “No,” he said, a little bit of anger coming through the thick door. “But I don’t want you to be mad at me all night gay black teens.” I didn’t move, just sat there thinking. My head was throbbing, and I knew a killer headache was on its way. I should probably lay down and go to sleep a little early, but I wanted to see a movie… “Come on,” I heard. “Get out of there, okay gay black teens? Just talk gay black teens to me.” Sniffing again I stood and opened the door. It swung inwards and I took a step back to let it open all the way, then I sat back down on the toilet. Jason was scowling down at me, but I kept my head in my hands, refusing to look him in the face.

“We can do it later, okay?” I suggested. “You won, so we’ll do it. But, later, okay?” “Right,” Jason said. I could tell by his tone that he didn’t believe me. Honestly, I didn’t know if I believed myself. Sometimes gay black teens I seemed to have a way of pushing things so far that I didn’t even know what was true anymore. “I’m sorry,” I said again, sniffing for drama. This time Jason didn’t say anything, just stood silently as I rubbed my face with my hands. Cracking my fingers open, I peered gay black teens up at him. He was still scowling, and I shivered at the look in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I love you.” He didn’t reply. Frowning I looked down again, playing the part of the victim. “Can you just hold me? I don’t feel good.” “Sarah,” Jason started. He stopped and didn’t say anything, just shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. I sat there a few moments feeling sorry for myself before my emotions started conflicting. On the one hand, I was scared to death about what I had promised to do if I lost at chess. But on the other hand I didn’t want him to think that I was going back on my word. “Jason?” I called out once, then again a little louder. I didn’t hear him respond. Pushing myself up from the toilet seat I ventured out into the apartment in search of my boyfriend. “Jason?” I called again, poking my head around doorways to see if I could find him. He was in the living room, sitting on the couch, staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face. “Baby,” I moaned. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond gay black teens. Frustrated I walked in front of him and sank to my knees, looking up at his impassive face from my place on gay black teens the floor. “Baby,” I said again. “I love you and I’m sorry.” “You’re always sorry,” he said. He didn’t sound angry, which was a plus gay black teens, but he sounded sad. “You know how many times you’ve gone back on this? I knew tonight gay black teens would just gay black teens be another one. For some reason I keep playing your games…but this is the gay black teens last time, okay? I won’t play anymore.” I felt the tears in my eyes again, and I leaned forward, taking his legs gay black teens in my arms and hugging them close to my chest.