Brittany’s fingers laced with Quinn’s, and she squeezed tightly. She wasn’t sure how she felt about sitting down and talking about this. The whole thing made her feel sick and vulnerable, two things she hated feeling. She eyed Mike as he sat where instructed,…
“I already told you guys what happened,” he said, a little frustrated. “I wasn’t lying. I didn’t force her to do anything, she acted like she wanted it. I think on some level she did want it, even though later she said she had only done it because she thought it’s what I wanted. I’m not a mind reader! I didn’t force her, she could have said no but she didn’t. I feel like an asshole because she did end up feeling so lousy about it, but it wasn’t my fault she didn’t say no. I thought she loved me, and I thought she wanted it,” he replied strongly. “There was no force or persuasion at all.”
Oh fuck me were the words that crashed around in her head. Between Brittany being hysterical and Mike getting frustrated from having to repeat himself, Quinn was ready to rip her hair out and Obliviate both of them, but she knew that that was immoral on too many levels to ignore despite how the situation was driving her up a wall. She wanted to throw something at Mike for getting frustrated, for one. It was clear that Brittany wasn’t in any condition to hear what he was saying earlier. However, she took a deep breath and cast a glance in his direction, begging patience from him.
“You didn’t force her,” she murmured, and then she looked at Brittany. “He didn’t force her,” she repeated. “He feels like an asshole about it, and he said that he tried to make amends for it.”
The Ravenclaw couldn’t help but wonder how all this would go if the girl in question was awake. On one hand, she would be able to clear things up, but the more likely outcome would be rattling Brittany further and getting them nowhere.
“He didn’t force anything,” she emphasized to Brittany again. “He’s also said that he isn’t lying.” With a gulp, she decided to hit another tender spot she felt like she had to hit. “Ask him anything, B. We’ve all gotta talk.”