Is this what you call tact? I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back

Is this what you call tact? I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back by sassy

"Way to be a good friend." I muttered at Brooke as she opened the door of her apartment, not even bothering to say hi. My bestie had been mia for the last few weeks and while I could accept that if I thought she was with Nick, I couldn't since I had found out that she had spent the weekend in Vegas. With Mason. Without telling me anything.
"Good morning to you too." She glared at me as she slammed the door shut behind her, making me jump a little and surprising me with her obvious bad mood.
"I'm sorry cutie I didn't want to be a bitch." I blinked at her, feeling guilty and pulling her in a hug and wrinkling my nose when I realized that she smelt of vodka. "Are you hangover?" I asked as I pulled away.

"More like still drunk from yesterday." She answered and slumped on the couch, not looking like my usual cheerful Brooke.
I sat next to her, kicking my shoes off and crossing my legs Indian style. "Long night with Nick?" I tried and smirked, trying to infect her with my mood which wasn't exactly super good but at least I was trying.
She groaned as she reached for a cushion, using it to hide her face, "I don't want to talk about it." She said in a muffled voice.
I raised one eyebrow and grabbed the cushion, staring at her, "No, we didn't gossip for weeks, the hell you don't want to talk about it." I said seriously.
She shrugged and a small smirk crept on her lip, "Why don't we start with what I witnessed at your party?" She asked and I shot her an innocent face. "You don't fool me with that look, I saw him naked! In your room! In your bed!!!!"
I grinned, thinking about how perfect had been the part of my birthday spent with Mase inside of me. "Then what else do you want to know? Didn't he tell you anything during your little trip in Vegas?" I asked and I tried not show how I had felt left out. That was silly, Mason and Brooke had always been friends while what we had was just a strong attraction.
"Why didn't you come?" She asked instead, looking surprised.
I shrugged, playing it cool, "He asked me when you guys were there already, it was too late...and I had school and work." I explained, leaning my head against the sofa as I looked at her, "Did you have fun?"
“I'm sure he asked you before too.” Brooke rolled her eyes. “You’re just afraid to like him.” She lied back down on the couch.
I glared at her, since she was talking nonsense. “Are you drunk or bitchy today?”
She shrugged. “Both probably.” She admitted, blowing her bangs out of her face as I came to sit next to her on the couch. “You didn’t gossip yet.” She pointed out.
“Neither did you.” I looked over at her, hoping she wouldn't throw up. She didn't look exactly good.
“You first.”
I glared at her and then sighed. “Fine. We slept together. But you already knew that.”
She smirked. “I thought you didn’t like him.” She grinned and I rolled my eyes.
“I thought you knew when I was lying.” I retorted, making her laugh. Of course I liked him, I wouldn't fuck a guy just for the sake of it, that was what vibrators were for.
“I can I just love being right.” She replied before leaning into me. “He didn’t even look at another girl in Vegas.” She pointed out. “It was weird.”
I bit down on my lip, secretly pleased and trying to hide it before I changed the subject. “Did Nick join Mason’s entourage too?” I asked making her groan again.
“No.” She replied simply pulling her hair into a bun at the top of her head and sighing.
“Why not?” I asked. “I may have only met him for 3 minutes before you started making out but he seemed to really like you.”
“I fucked everything up again as usual.” She replied shaking her head. I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on. “He caught me kissing Nolan the night of your birthday.”
My eyes widened. “So…what?!” I asked shaking my head.
She sighed. “We left your place when the cops came and were going back to my place when I realized my bag was still here, so he went and got it and I dunno I was still pretty drunk and got all undressed to attempt to be sexy and who should walk in but my ex proclaiming that he made a mistake!?” She shook her head. “I swear it sounds ridiculous saying it. Like a bad soap opera. Either way the moral of the story is that Nick left and hasn’t spoken to me since and I'm destined to never find love. “ She swallowed. “Or get laid” She added as an afterthought.
I stared at her for a few seconds, in a loss of words and that was a lot to say since I had the bad habit of always talking too much. "You know you should have been an actress Brooke." I said slowly.
"Uhm?" She muttered unintelligently, raising one eyebrow at me and looking confused.
"You're just so dramatic." I said honestly as I shrugged, "And you have such a bad timing."
She rolled her eyes, "Didn't you come here to make me feel better?" She protested as she pouted at me. Which wasn't going to work, but it amused me instead.
I smirked at her and shook my head, "Nope. I didn't even know you were here throwing yourself a pity party." Her mouth dropped open as she widened her eyes, but before she could say anything I went on, "You're just a diva. Like Marilyn."
At that she couldn't help but let out a chuckle, which was exactly what I was trying to get out of her. Sad and depressed Brooke? No bueno. "I'm hotter than her." She said eventually.
"Of course." I glanced up at the ceiling and sighed before looking back at her, "Anyway. Why the h.ell were you kissing that j.erk of Nolan?!"
"Language." She shot me an amused look.
"When I cuss, I mean business." I explained as I tried keeping a straight face. Truth was, I was bad at having serious conversation, so even if the topic was a touchy one I had to handle it my style anyway.
She rolled her eyes and adjusted on the sofa, "I told you, he kissed me!"
"And you were just standing there like a dead fish?" I asked back in a skeptical tone. I knew my friend and how much she had been obsessing over that idiot of her ex, so I had doubts about her words.
She pursed her lips together and blinked, "Well no, I kissed him back!" She admitted.
"Oh good god." I muttered under my breath, thinking about that poor Nick. He seemed a nice guy and he was seriously hot, if Brooke was going to let him go I'd remind her of that mistake forever.
"I just wanted to get a reaction out of me, if I still felt something for him!" She protested as she explained, sounding frustrated.
"And?" I pressed on.
“Nothing. Literally it was as if I was kissing a stranger.” Brooke admitted, shaking her head. I rose a brow at her and she shrugged. “I know. I'm an idiot.”
“You are an idiot.” I agreed.
“I have the worst timing.” She sighed.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked point blank, eyeing her as I folded my arms over my chest. She was great at complaining but rarely had the balls to do something to change her bad luck.
“Do? There’s nothing to do.”
“Like hell there isn’t! Do you feel nothing when Nick kisses you too?”
She shook her head. “No..his kisses make me nuts.” She admitted, smiling then going back to pouting.
“I bet they would that boy is a fine piece of ass.” I said it so seriously that she started laughing.
“Scar.” She smirked, shaking her head I she narrowed my gaze on her like I meant business. And I did. I had heard her whining about Nolan for a year, I wasn't going to be as patient about Nick.
“You should go to him.”
“And tell him what? That I was kissing my ex as an emotional experiment? That I’d rather kiss him than do anything else? He won’t believe me or he’ll think I'm pathetic.”
“Or he will believe you and he’ll feel the same way.” She turned and looked at me.
“Because that always happens right?” She asked in that tone that I hated. Okay, I wasn't good at taking my own advice, but I was trying to help her and she just pointed her finger at me instead. “Is that what you’re going to do with Mason?”
"I don't understand why you're bringing him up now." I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "We're talking about you."
"We can survive if we take a break from my drama and focus on you instead." She narrowed her eyes on me, giving me the same treatment I had given to her less than 10 minutes before even if the circumstances were completely different.
I shrugged, acting cool since I knew that if I started showing my annoyance? She'd torture me to death. "There's nothing to say about me."
"Right, about you and Mason instead." She said in a serious tone, her eyes still on me.
I flashed her a huge grin as I stared back at her, not afraid to hold her gaze, "The sex is great. I swear his d.ick is so huge I-"
"Good god Scar!!!" She cut me off and groaned, leaving me smirking even wider since I was getting the reaction I hoped for.
"Hey you asked!" I shrugged as I widened my eyes at her, faking an innocent face, "And we always talk about dimensions and-"
"SCAR!!!" She said again, shaking her head, "It's Mason we're talking about!"
"So what, I'm sure it's not anything you never saw or guessed." I said back, knowing how they used to cuddle half naked...I wondered if they'd still do it now.
She ran her hands through her hair, looking exasperated, "That's not what I meant when I brought him up."
I let a smirk play on my lips, "Then what?" I asked.
"Will you tell him that you like him?" She sighed.
"Are we still in high school? Should I send him a card?" I paused as I faked a thoughtful expression, rubbing my chin, "Oh wait. I'm letting him fuck me whenever he wants and however he wants, I think he knows I like him by now."
"Come on Scar, it's not just sex..." She trailed off, giving me a look.
I shrugged again as I shifted on her couch, not really liking what I was about to say but knowing that it was just the truth. "It can't be anything else, you know him and you know me too."
“You need to cut him loose.” Brooke said seriously, her voice turning harsh as she looked at me.
“What?” I asked, regretting not to spin on my heels the moment I realized that my friend was in a bad mood.
“You need to stop “letting him fuck you whenever he wants and however he wants.”” She repeated, forcing her voice into calm.
I blinked back at her, wondering what this was about. “And why’s that?” I asked, confused by her and wanting to know why she wanted me to do such a thing.
“Because you’re worth more than that Scarlett!” She shook her head. “Plus the way you said that?! It was like you had no power over it, like you didn’t even like it.” “Well that’s not how it is-“ I started, wanting to explain that I didn't like it, I love it. It wasn't like Mase kicked me out the moment he was done with me, he cuddled me, we laughed, we watched silly movies or just were lazy together.
She held her hand up. “You do this every damn time, you get worked up over a guy and then whenever he wants you to put out you do and you fall harder every time he spends the night and then when it’s over? You play the victim again.”
I narrowed my eyes on her, not liking what she was saying, because said like that? It sounded really bad. I wasn't that bad. “Are you calling me a slut?” I asked point blank, sitting up straighter as I looked back at her.
“I'm saying you talk a lot of shit about wanting to fall in love and have a real boyfriend and yet you still go off after carbon copies of the same asshole guys!”
“Are you saying this as my friend Brooke? Or because you’re jealous that I'm fucking your back up plan?” I spat back, my hands folded over my chest. Truth was, I knew that she wasn't jealous and she didn't want to have sex with Mason, only I was running out of smart things to say. She was right, maybe, but I didn't want to admit it.
She laughed. “Oh please, if Mason was my back up plan? I would have slept with him months ago.”
“Didn’t you want to? Didn’t he shoot you down?” I asked, just to annoy her at this point.
“I don’t fucking want Mason. But the biggest issue here? Is that he doesn’t want anyone. He’s not going to be around for much longer Scar, no matter how much you give him whatever he wants.”
“Says the girl who wouldn’t even know how to give a guy what he wanted.” I spat back, my eyes sharp and satisfied at my insult but the problem with being best friends? Is that you knew every single weakness the other had.
“No. Says the girl who has enough self respect to wait for a guy who’s worth it!”
I pursed my lips together as I stared at her, wondering where all that anger came from or if she had always been thinking so low about me but never had had the balls to tell me sooner. "Okay." I said eventually, because I knew that I didn't want to say anything I'd regret later.
"Okay?! You can't okay me!" She spat back, her eyes flaming and I could tell she wasn't done. Too bad I was instead.
I got up and shrugged, not even sparing her a glance, "I can do whatever I want, no matter if that makes of me a s.lut." I retorted flatly.
"I never called you that." She narrowed her eyes on me, as if she needed to say the actual word to explain the concept.
"Same difference." I shook my head, "I'm leaving."
She got up too, setting her hands on her hips, "No you can't! We're in the middle of a fight!"
I pointed my index finger at her as I glared, "You are! I don't want to fight with you! Even if I'd have all the rights to!"
She laughed and shook her head, looking like a mad woman, "Right, play the victim, that's so you."
"You're not any better." I said seriously and thought about all the pity parties she threw herself weekly. There were oh no Nolan left me parties, I'll never have a boyfriend parties, I won't get laid ever again parties and, last but not least, Nick will never talk to me parties. "You're always sitting on that couch waiting for life to happen and all you could do is complain! You spent a whole year blaming yourself for letting go Nolan and now you're doing the same for Nick instead of going out and do something about it."
"Don't-" She started but I cut her off. Did she wanted to be brutally honest? I could play that game too.
"I might be a girl who gives herself away too easily but at least I try, even if it means that I get called a s.lut by my best friend and dumped by any guy I go out with, but you?" I paused to take a deep breath as I shook my head, "You're letting everything slide through your fingers because you're too focused on the past to live the present or build a better future."
“Oh and you think Mason’s going to build you a better future?!” Brooke asked incredulously, laughing instead of admitting that I was right.
“Jealous again?” I glared, not even caring about it at this point.
“Not at all, just sad that I don’t have any other guy friends for you once this goes south.”
“What are you trying to accomplish out of this Brooklyn?!” I asked, shocked that she was calling me a slut again. “Do you not want me as your friend? Do you want me to bring you down? Because I can.”
“I'm not as easily crushed as you are Scarlett” She replied, using my full name too as if that could intimidate me. Please.
“No? Good. Because for all your “holding out until someone’s worth it” bullshit?! Nolan wasn’t worth it. And the 15 guys you drunk fucked after he left weren’t worth it, and they didn’t even bother to come back for seconds! Is that why your legs are so closed for Nick? Because you know he won’t want more either?”
“I never said I didn’t make mistakes. It's you who seems to be oblivious to them.”
"Oh please, I always know what I do wrong!" I protested, so over this conversation. I wasn't good at being a psycho bitch or a drama queen, I hated serious conversations and I hated fighting, mostly in the morning.
"But you keep doing it anyway over and over again, what does that say about you?" She yelled at me, so much anger in her voice that I wondered where it came from. In the end mine were the mistakes and mine the consequences, I didn't even complain that much to her about what I wished I could change in my life, then why she was being so...heated? I didn't know but I didn't like it.
I pursed my lips together, staring at her. "I don't know what it says about me, but the way you're talking to me? What does that say about you? What's wrong with you I just came here to say hi and you bit my head off!"
"Because you were so sweet instead." She snorted and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms against her chest.
"I just answered back to your insults." I paused as I shook my head, "I'll probably regret that later." I admitted because despite everything I was sorry for this fight, no matter whose fault it was. It was sad that when I needed my friend she just jumped at my throat, I didn't even know how we had started this.
Brooke swallowed as she looked at me, running her hands through her hair. “Oh my god I'm such a bitch.” She sat down and put her head in her hands as she shook it. That was so her.
“You said it…” I trailed off and she winced.
“You shouldn’t regret it…..you’re right. Everything you said was right on the money.”
I considered to snap back and take advantage of her weak moment but then I was coming over to sit next to her on the couch instead. I didn't want to go away and left her there because I knew she'd just end up getting drunk all over again and even if, yeah, she had been kind of a bitch, she was still my friend. “Well….everything you said..”
She stopped me. “Was wrong. I don’t want you to get hurt again Scar, but that doesn’t give me any right to say what I said.” She winced again.
“Some of it was true….” I trailed off because I knew that no matter if she was mad, she had to be thinking what she had said anyway.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Hey I don’t know what went on with you and Mase, or what’s going on now. But I do know? That he barely blinked at a girl in Vegas. I swear I thought he was ill or something.”
I stared at her for a second, processing her words. “You were probably too drunk to notice.” I replied.
She shrugged. “It’s a strong possibility, but I did see him turn down about 15 bottle blonds straight out of the playboy mansion.”
“I'm no playboy girl.” I replied, slumping down next to her and wondering if she was sugarcoating the truth.
“And thank god for that.” She tried a grin and I grinned back at her, appreciating that she was trying at least. “Can you forgive me for being the world's worst friend?”
My expression turned serious again and in all honesty I could still feel her words burning in my chest. I was going to have a lot to think about tonight. "I will eventually." I said and exhaled deeply, knowing that in the end I'd always forgive her.
"Eventually? That doesn't sound good." She said with her lips pursed together in a straight line and her eyes glued on me. "How long is eventually?"
"I don't know Brooke, a few days?" I answered, not being sure myself. We had never fought like this before so I didn't even know how it worked. God I hated fighting. When she just blinked at me, I went on. "Listen, it's not like I'm trying to punish you or anything, but I can't get back to my usual silly Scar mood with a snap of your fingers."
"I'm sorry." She said once again.
"I am too." I nodded, knowing that we both crossed the same line. Maybe she started it but I wasn't innocent either. "And I'm going to be really busy this week, so..."
She raised one eyebrow, giving me a skeptical look, "Busy?"
I offered a smiled as I nodded, "It's show time this weekend."
Her eyes widened as she smiled back at me, always a fan of seeing me dance, "That's right! I almost forgot." She shook her head, "I'm going to be there with flowers and everything so that you'll see how good of a friend I can be." She said seriously even if there was a hint of silliness in her tone.
I hugged her quickly before getting up again, smiling more genuinely, "I already know you are, when you keep your mouth shut." I joked even if sometimes that was true. The same applied to me too. "I'll call you."