Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[She could tell he wasn't into it anymore, even though he didn't stop kissing her. There was an interest and a heat before that wasn't there now, and she knew that was nobody's fault but her own. She was so unbelievably stupid. Like textbook frigid, and she knew she shouldn't compare herself to the last girl he'd slept with. Logically, she knew that, but it was just so close. It had just happened, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. She'd been trying to employ logic, to be cool about it and not to make anyone choose. She'd stuffed the hurt down so far she'd thought she couldn't feel it anymore, but she was wrong.
She wrested herself away, and she stood, fingers smoothing her skirt nervously.
She looked at him, apology and guilt in cornflower blue, and she was proven-hypothesis certain that none of this would've happened if she'd just slept with him months ago, like someone normal that was dating a cute boy would do. All of this, the mess with Mary Jane, everything could've been avoided.] I'm sorry. I really wanted to hang out. This doesn't mean- [But she stopped herself, because why keep making excuse for her own physical lack of availability? He'd said it himself, that Mary Jane had been willing, and she hadn't been; she'd just made that all reality again, and she shook her head and tried not to cry.]
I think it's time for me to vacate the premises. [She managed that steadily, and she even managed a steady turn to go.]