Misunderstood

"What time will you be here tomorrow?" "I'm thinking around 7 pm., right after I complete my exam. I'll stop by home for my bags, and then I'll be on my way around 2." My best friend, Nate, answers.  "Okay." "How's Betty?" Since he left for University, Nate had asked me to watch over her for him. He also told me to keep horny dogs away from his sister and to make sure she stays focused on school.  "Yeah, she's fine. We haven't seen each other for a while, but we text regularly and I also stop by occasionally. So far, no horny dogs." "Okay. Good." I hear the doorbell ring and I glance over to the door, "Hey, I have to go." "Damn, of course," he laughs in my ear. "I thought you weren't hooking up anymore." I chuckle, "I never said I was gonna stop." "Who is it this time?" "Laters." "Don't tell Beatrix I am coming home for the winter." "Of course, bro. I got you." After hanging up and tossing my phone on the sofa, I open the front door with a grin and spread my arms in greeting. "Hello, beautiful." Beatrix glances up from her phone and leaps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me on the neck. ~~~ "Fuck." I shiver, slumping on the bed next to Beatrix. I flick her chin-length chocolate hair off her neck and put my arm around her shoulder while wiping my sweaty forehead with my other arm. Beatrix's brown eyes appear up, smiling, showing her smiley piercing. Besides having that, she also has gauge earrings, a belly piercing, and a nose piercing. Normally, I don't dig girls with a lot of body piercings, but she looks fine as f**k. "Get some rest, Bee." She looks down, tracing my areola with her pointer finger. I grasp her hips and pull them towards me so I can see my love bites on her upper hips and stroke them. She's heavy, especially on the bottom. Also, even though she hates it, her pouch is one of my favorite things about her. She always tries to push me away every time I grab it. It's beyond me why she doesn't understand that every piece of her is f*****g beautiful. She's like a wet dream walking. Unfortunately for me. "You know we can't keep doing this?"  Having pauses in mid-trace, she looks up at me and says, "You say that every time and yet look at us. Still fucking." I take my arm off her shoulder and sit up at the edge of the bed, looking over my shoulder, "Yeah, I know. This is the last time. Besides," f**k, it will piss her off. Then I clutch my neck and clear my throat. "I just started seeing someone." Sitting up, she leans against the headboard, and then she narrows her big brown eyes, crossing her arms over her beautiful dusty rose n*****s. "Who?" she asks. "I thought you don't date?" Yeah, no, I'm not gonna tell her. She's a green-eyed monster.  Dropping my arm, I clear my throat, "I know" I turn forward, staring at the floor as I shrug, "But things change ya know." f**k, I know this is where she gets pissed and leaves. The bed squeaks. Here we are. Every time. Over my shoulder, I watch her put her clothes back on quickly. "Hey, you know you don't have to go. You can stay and rest a bit." Silent. Definitely pissed. "Hey?" no responses. Shaking my head, I pull on my jeans. She starts to leave, but I grab her wrist. "Hey," I bend down because Bee is 5'6" tall and I am 6'4" tall. "You know we wouldn't work out, right? Hence, why ruin the friendship?" As she looks down, she says, "Is that because of my brother?"  Yes. Not entirely the reason, but partially yes. My head shakes as I swing her wrist, "No, we tried it once and it didn't work." She pulls her wrist out of my hand, "We tried it when we were 12 and 14 years old, for god's sake!" She crosses her arms. "It doesn't matter," I reply. "You know what you did." She uncrosses her arms and spreads them out, says, "Oh my f*****g god." She laughs bitterly, "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry!? I would take it back if I could!"  After pulling a cigarette box from my pocket, I shrug, "Well since you can't, you should just get over it." I place it in my mouth. "Get over it?" Shrugging again, I lit a cigarette with the lighter. "At least do you love me?" Yes. Inhaling it, I respond, "No." This angers her. She points to my bed, "Then why did we f**k?!" I exhale it toward the ceiling, "I dunno about you, but I had a boner."  Shit, I don't know why I keep saying stuff that angers her even more. It's surprising she doesn't have steam coming out of her ears. Exhaling, she says, "f**k. You." She walks out of my bedroom and slams the door hard, causing a picture frame to fall to the ground. Picking it up, I place it on my desk. Looking out the window, I see Bee pulling out of my driveway as I lift one of the blinds.