Carl entered the living room, Mariana on the couch scrolling on her phone. He threw a pillow at her to get her attention. "Hey loser."

"Ugh, stop it you jerk. Anyways, did you fix your little situation?" She wiggles her eyes in a suggestive manner.

"Um, maybe." Carl looked away from her.

"You know, I could've helped you." She rubbed her hand on his leg, moving further and further up his thigh.

"R–really?" His cheeks were getting heated fast. Carl wondered why Mariana had this affect on him, even Dominique never made him feel this way.

"Yeah." She pulled her lips closer to his. Carl was about to connect their lips when Mariana pulled away. "But you're still with Dominique so..."

"What the fuck Mari?! You can't just do that to me!"

Mariana giggled,"It's funny seeing you like this. But in all honesty I would've helped you. But you're still with Dom."

"I'm not with her."

"Does she know that?"

"No."

"Exactly Carl, so basically you're still together."

"Well what am I supposed to do."

"That's not my problem."

"Well you're my problem you idiot."

"And you're my problem."

"Ew not a chick flick moment Mari."

"Never a chick flick moment." She shook her head ever so softly.

Mariana got Carl in a headlock. He giggled at the look on his face.

"You know I hate you."

"No, you really don't." Mariana batted her long eyelashes at him.

"Shut up." He pushed her face away.

"So... It has come to this." Mariana put her hands on her hips, giving a funny but somewhat serious look to Carl.

"Come to what?"

"I don't know. I didn't know what to say." She slumped back into the couch after her weird episode.

"You're a loser."

"I know."

"Why am I friends with you." He gave her a funny look.

"Because I'm irresistible Carl." She made the most uncomfortably seductive face she could.

"Let's go to the mall."

"Well, okay."

"Go home for once, get dressed."

"Ew, what's a home?"

"Just go, or I'm gonna kick your pretty little ass out myself." He winked.

"Whatever Gallagher." She got up and started to walk towards the front door.

"Whatever Mendoza." Mariana then flipped him off.

Mariana opened the metal fence, her house slippers shuffling against the concrete. She could hear her brothers playing. 'Oh god, the dogs are out.'

She walked straight upstairs, not wanting to be part of their game of wrestling, although it was tempting. She put a record on her record player and got dressed. She wanted to look extra special today.

Carl picked his phone up from his bed. He sat down, sighing. 'Am I really doing this?' He dialed a number he hadn't dialed since the night he caught her.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dom." He sighed with resent.

"Oh, hey Carl."

"I need to tell you something." He hesitated, 'should I really do this?'

"Me too." Dominique huffed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, what?"

"Carl, you gave me gonorrhea." Dominique knew this wasn't true, but Carl thought he actually had it. Let's just say Carl isn't the brightest kid.

"Oh." He was speechless.

"What do you have to tell me?" Dominique tried to act sweet, after all, she did convince Carl that he gave her gonorrhea.

"We're breaking up. I'm sorry." Carl ran his hand through his hair.

"What the fuck Carl? You give me gonorrhea now this? What else, you took the bike you bought me too?!" Dominique was yelling hysterically.

"Actually I did."

"When?"

"The night I caught you at that frat house kissing another guy."

The other end of the line went silent, then the ringer started ringing, signaling Dominique hung up. Carl didn't know what to do. He gave Dominique gonorrhea. That meant he couldn't have sex with Mariana. He gave one girl gonorrhea, he couldn't give two girls gonorrhea. Especially not his best friend.

"Fuck my life."