Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

Silence.
When I glance up at her, Sloane is staring at me with the
constipated look she only wears when she’s worried about me.
“What’s that face for?”
“I just hope…”
“What?”
Glancing down at her wineglass, she slowly traces her
finger around the rim. Then she raises her gaze to mine and
says softly, “I hope he’s worth it, babe. Because it sounds like
you’re giving up a lot just to ride the guy’s dick.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to sleep with him so
badly.”
“Yeah, sleep with him. Then move on, like a normal
person.”
“I told you this would happen! I told you I’d fall in love
with him if I slept with him, and you laughed at me!”
“I didn’t realize your heart was located inside your
vagina.”
I say bitterly, “We can’t all be as lucky as you and have a
shard of ice for a heart.”
As soon as it’s out of my mouth, I regret it. I reach over
and squeeze her hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
She squeezes my hand back, then sighs. “It’s okay if you
did. Because you’re right. But don’t think I’m lucky, because
I’m not. I’m…”
She struggles to find a word, then twists her lips.
“Defective.”
“You’re not defective.”
Sounding uncharacteristically glum, she says, “I am. I’m
missing that essential part that makes people fall in love. I’m
the only girl I’ve ever heard of who rolls her eyes at love
songs and hates it when guys get attached and would rather
attend a funeral than a wedding.”