"Just because a girl tries and fix things with one guy, doesn't mean the feelings for another don't exist. And if you actually think you don't care about her like that, and she doesn't care about you, you're an airhead," she said simply enough, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I know you both like to lie to yourselves, but half the time she sounds like she's annoyed that we're just hanging out. Do you really want to be the one to tell her that we fucked? Because I sure fucking don't," she said, raising her eyebrow and staring him down.
Sighing then she shook her head, letting out an annoyed sigh. "You act like I don't fucking want to, but that's not it. That's all I fucking want, but I literally can't tolerate my best friend hating me because she's a mixed up ball of feelings that neither of you has figured out yet." Stepping forward she yanked the bottle back out of his hands, taking a long drink herself once he was finished. It drained the last of it's contents and she threw it hard, smashing it against a tree not far from them.