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and talk?” I ask playing
up sweetest voice I can conjure up. Damnit, looking at him all
banged up because of me is making me feel like a piece of shit.
    “Do I have a choice?”
    “Yes, Johnathan you have a choice.”
    He smiles and it’s not a dick head one. “Say
that again.”
    “Say what again?” I ask confused.
    “My name.” He smiles again.
    “Why?”
    “Because, just do it.” He demands. And the
asshole is back.
    “Fine if it means I can talk to you.
Johnathan.”
    “Say it again.”
    I so want to stomp my foot on the ground like
a damn five-year-old. This is getting ridiculous.
    “Johnathan, Johnathan, Johnathan.” I repeat
and he sighs a big sigh and moves out of the doorway for me to
enter his bedroom.
    “Now what do you want Emily?” he asks rather
nicely resting himself against the wall of his bedroom. Tucking his
arms across his broad chest. I plop myself down onto his rather
soft bed. The blue comforter is still tucked into place telling me
he hasn’t been sleeping yet.
    “I, Johnathan.” I smile and so does he. “Want
to say I am sorry for hitting you. I know that wasn’t nice of me. I
am NOT sorry for being a bitch because you deserved it. But
punching you like that was uncalled-for and for that I am very very
sorry. I just hope we can get past all this and have a semi
functional working relationship.”
    “What if I don’t want one?”
    “One what?”
    “A working relationship.”
    “Oh…. Well, I can quit.” I slump. “I know
that’s what you wanted and I think after punching you. I probably
deserve that.” My lip turns down into a pout and I stare at the
floor, my hands resting on my knees.
    “That’s not what I meant woman and you know
it.”
    I glance up bemused. “Um… no I don’t and can
you decide what you’re going to call me Johnathan because one
minute I’m short stack, another minute I’m woman and occasionally
you use my name.”
    “I like short stack. I think it’s a cute pet
name.” He smirks darkly.
    “I’m not your pet asshole.” I mutter.
    “See you want me to call you something nice
which I think short stack is better than Bitch, because that’s what
you’ve been to me since you walked through that bus door. But to
you I’m an asshole and a dickhead and all those other wonderful
things you’ve named me. Those are the worst terms of endearment
I’ve ever heard.” He chuckles.
    And I have this sudden urge to slap him
again. Man my emotions around this man are like a freaking roller
coaster. He gets to me bad and it’s not in a good way at all. Now
Keith that’s a good way and Stacy well he’s my best friend so it’s
different but good. Now Johnathan. HELL to the NO.
    “Listen I’m sorry I hit you. Don’t make me
regret saying that because Stacy will kill me. Call me whatever you
want. I don’t care Johnathan. But what I call you is never meant to
be taken in any nice way. Trust me terms of endearment will NEVER
be spoken to you out of these lips.” I point to my mouth while I
pop my lips together. “I like myself to much to sleep with or touch
you in any way shape or form. Let alone get to the point where I
want to call you honey or sweetie.” I cover my mouth and bend over
to prove a point. “Oh god please don’t make me sick.”
    He laughs at me. Yep I think I proved what I
needed to.
    “Okay well short stack. I accept your apology
and I too hope we can get along in the future. Now get out of my
bedroom so I can stroke my cock and go to sleep.”
    I get up and leave. He nearly slams the door
shut behind me and I can’t help but smile. I’m not fired and I
think we’ve come to some sort of rather fucked up agreement. The
sex noises are gone and I can hear a few snoring sounds. I don’t
even think to bother Keith or Stacy. So I ready myself to climb up
into my bunk which of course isn’t easy for me being so damn short.
I should have requested a bottom bunk. I step up on the edge of the
bottom bunk to hoist myself up and