Then morning came quickly, and I forced myself out of bed as I nudged Blair next to me. I hadn’t told her about the encounter last night with Megan because she had been passed the fuck out, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell her yet.

She was retarded when she woke up.

She turned over, groaning like a beached whale as she looked at me, “Sam it’s too early!”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s 11:30.”

“And?”

I shoved her, “Get the fuck up.”

She frowned, crawling over to me on her stomach, “Can’t you just for once give me a good morning kiss and fix me breakfast in bed?”

At this I couldn’t help but laugh as I shook my head as I walked into the bathroom. Blair really was something else in the morning, but seriously? Breakfast in bed? Who did she think I was?

Soon enough she was standing next to me, brushing her teeth as I did the same. She sighed, “Why’d you get up in the middle of the night?”

I shrugged, “I couldn’t sleep. But speaking of that… I think Megan and I had a little heart to heart.”

“Holy shit. Did you kiss her?”

I rolled my eyes, “Blair, no, we just had a talk. Apparently she couldn’t sleep either, but Blair I swear to you for a second I thought she was going to kiss me. It was insanely close, but she never did.”

Blair shook her head as she spit out into the sink, “And I can’t believe I missed this.”

I nodded, “I think she has something for me.”

“I told you that like what? A month ago?”

I looked at her as I finished up in the bathroom, “Yea but, I don’t know. Something was different last night…”

“Yea! She was horny and her and Shawn are obviously not getting it on! Maybe she wants to try out for the softball team again… if you know what I mean.”

I eyed Blair with a curious look, wondering if she understood how retarded she sounded at the moment. I laughed, “She told me she kind of likes Shawn so, I think she’s sticking with baseball, if you know what I mean.”

“Maybe she’s bisexual, like me.”

I shook my head, “Blair, you’re not bisexual. You’re straight.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

She shoved me, “Just because you are anti-dick doesn’t mean we all have to be like you. I like both, but I think I lean more towards guys. We’re all different.”

I nodded sarcastically, “Obviously.”

She sighed heavily, “What I’m trying to say is… maybe Megan is the same way. She likes both, but maybe she leans more to one side. We’re just not sure which side it is.”

I shrugged, “And I’m guessing you want to figure that out?”

She nodded eagerly, smiling, “Yes.”

“Okay, well how are we going to figure that out?”

“Easy, simply ask her if she’s had sex with that girl you told me she dated.”

I nearly choked on my mouthwash as I looked at her, “Blair, I can’t just ask her that! That’s way too personal. I would be crossing a line.”

Blair gave me a dry look as she dabbed a bit of makeup on, “Oh please. You, Sam Carson, have absolutely no boundaries. Besides, don’t you wanna know?”

In all honestly, I did want to know, because last night she had managed to really confuse me. She claimed to like my brother, but apparently she wasn’t sure if she liked him more than a best friend. Was she trying to like him? Or was she only feeling friendship-like feelings for Shawn?

I never thought it was that hard to figure out.

Then again, I’ve never been in a relationship, so it’s not like I had proper experience with the subject.

I pushed Blair’s question to the back of my mind as I walked out into the kitchen, seeing Shawn standing alone. Where was Megan? Had she already left?

“You need to bring Blair home Sam.”

I scratched the back of my head with confusion as I glanced around the apartment for Megan, “Uh, why so soon?”

“Because, we need to talk.”

If there was anything I hated in this word, it was that mixture of words. We need to talk always had something bad hidden behind it, and it usually brought pain, sadness, and anger.

But I could do nothing but respond, “Ok.”

I looked at Blair as I grabbed my keys, heading for the door as I felt Shawn’s stare on my back while I prayed silently for everything to be ok when I got back.

~ ~ ~ ~

“If you want to smoke weed and do drugs and shit, keep it out of my house! I don’t give a fuck anymore if you want to get caught up in all of that, but I’m not gonna be a part of it. You’re an adult Sam, and when you get fucked over by drugs you’re gonna pay the consequences like one.”

I stood at the door, to stunned to even move a muscle. Shawn didn’t lash out, ever, but when he did he was pretty scary. I figured he got it from my dad, cause man he was scary when he was mad, but Shawn never lashed out and actually hit me.

He just liked to yell.

I mumbled, “Ok. I’m sorry Shawn.”

“I have a career Sam, something I do not want to fuck up by getting caught up in this drug thing you have going on!”

I shrugged, attempting to calm him down, “Shawn, it’s just weed. It’s ok.”

“Just weed? Do you hear yourself right now? It’s illegal Sam. I don’t care what it is!”

I held up my hands in defense mode, “Ok, I won’t bring it around the house. I promise.”

He sank down on the couch, running his hand through his hair in frustration, “Thank you.”

He looked pretty stressed, and I wondered if this had to do with something else other than the whole weed thing. So I made a funny joke to try and calm him down, “You look like you can use a joint right now, honestly.”

He looked up, “Really Sam?”

I shrugged it off, “Ok, too soon for jokes, I get it.”

He switched on the TV as he sank further into the couch, and for some reason I was curious. I suddenly wanted to know about him and Megan’s relationship, and maybe if I played it off I could get away with asking.

I sat next to him, “You stressed about something?”

He rubbed his eyes as he took a deep breath, “Work, you becoming a drug lord, and Megan… I guess.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m not striving to be a drug lord, and what about Megan? Thought you liked her.”

He shrugged, looking over to me, “I mean, I think I like her, I don’t know. She’s complicated, and we’re really good friends but, I’m starting to wonder if we’ll ever be more than that.”

I tilted my head, wondering how I could respond and play this off. I nodded, “Oh I see, she’s not letting you fuck.”

Shawn shook his head, “Really? Did you have to say it like that?”

I shrugged my shoulders in defense, “I’m just curious! I mean, do you think that’s the problem?”

“Sex is not the problem, Sam. Sex is supposed to be something that comes with commitment.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh God, don’t lecture me, I just assumed that you two were… you know…”

“We’re not, and I’m ok with that, because we’re not together.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion, attempting to make it seem as if I didn’t know all of this. I sighed, “Ok, well if you two aren’t together… why does she practically live here?”

He seemed to debate internally, wondering if he should tell me an answer to my question. I waited patiently, growing more and more curious the longer I waited.

He then rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s complicated.”

I groaned, “Oh my God why is everything so complicated! I’m not four years old Shawn, tell me the truth.”

“She’s living with a roommate that uh, how do I put this nicely? Uh, her roommate is getting pretty serious with a girl, and Megan promises to leave when she comes over because it was a deal they had.”

Was he serious? I allowed a loud laugh to escape my lips as I scratched my head, “Oh my God, wait, is that her friend Naomi?”

Shawn looked at me oddly then, “How do you know Naomi?”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. How could I let that slip? I could lie. No, I shouldn’t, I should just tell the truth. I shrugged it off, “I mean I met her in Jinx one day, her and Megan stopped by.”

“That’s true, Naomi always goes there.”

Wait, so he wasn’t annoyed that Megan hung out in gay bars either? Oh my God this was all kinds of fucked up.

I looked at him, “So you’re cool with the fact that she has an apartment with her lesbian best friend and hangs out in gay bars?”

He shrugged it off as if this was old news to him, “Yea? I mean I’m not anti-gay, obviously.” Then gesturing to me as he smiled sarcastically, making me squint in annoyance.

I laughed forcefully, “Ha-ha, so funny. So what, is she planning to move in soon because she can’t take anymore listening to her best friend get it on with another girl?”

He then glanced at me, as if he had some bad news to deliver, and suddenly I felt a horrific sense of urgency. He spoke softly, “Yea, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…”

What was I hearing? Was he joking? He didn’t look like he was joking!

I stood, shaking my head, “No. No Shawn, she’s not moving in. I’m sorry. It’s already weird with her being my history teacher. I can’t!”

“Sam it’ll be temporary, trust me. Just until she gets back on her feet again!”

Was he being serious right now? Was he really considering allowing Megan to move in with us! Oh God no that just really couldn’t happen!

“What do you mean till she gets on her feet again?! She has a job! A career!”

He stood, grabbing me by my shoulders, “Look, Naomi is moving in with her girlfriend and Megan can’t afford regular rent by herself right now. She has some financial issues she’s still working through Sam. Please, this would really help her out. She has nowhere else to go.”

I shrugged as if that didn’t matter to me in the moment, “What about her parents?”

He hesitated, and soon I realized that maybe Megan and I could be in the same boat. She didn’t want to go back to her old home, for whatever reason. He shook his head, “She uh, she can’t go back there.”

I took a heavy breath, realizing this was actually happening, “I really don’t have a say so in the outcome, do I?”

He shook his head, “No, but it would mean a lot to me if you would be okay with it.”

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, realizing this was completely out of my hands. Was I ok with Megan moving in? Would that be a good thing or a bad thing involving our weird relationship? And what kind of strain would that put the household under?

I sighed, shaking my head, “When exactly are you planning to move her in here?”

He hugged me, smiling, “I don’t know for sure, but thank you. I didn’t want it to be weird, but seriously it’s temporary.”

I nodded sarcastically, “Yea, until you two fall in love and then she’s stuck here forever. Then I’ll have to be the one to move out.”

He smiled, “You’re not going anywhere and you know it.”

I then dismissed myself to my room, not understanding what just happened. Was Megan really planning to move in with us? This had to be a joke, a sick, twisted joke of fate.

How was I going to deal with this?

~ ~ ~ ~

“Didn’t I tell you she was going to move in? God I’m such a fucking genius! I should do this for a living.”

I rolled my eyes, wanting to slam my head into the hard wooden desk. Blair wasn’t making this any easier, and although I wasn’t totally against Megan moving in, I was not completely for it either. I didn’t know how I felt about the possibility of Megan moving in with us, but I knew one thing…

It was going to get weird as hell.

Maybe Shawn was sick of me, and he was doing this intentionally to make me move out. No, I couldn’t think like that, because Shawn didn’t know Megan and I had a weird relationship. All he knew was that she was my teacher, and he knew nothing more.

But was there more?

Yes, there was, and we both knew that. I couldn’t explain it because I didn’t quite understand it, but I always grew this weird feeling when I was around her. Something I never felt with any other person before.

So yes, there was more, but Shawn didn’t know, and he didn’t have to know.

Blair shoved me out of my daydream, “Sam, hello? Are you ok?”

I nodded, “Yea, uh, sorry, just realizing how fucked up this situation is.”

She patted my back, “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as you think.”

I questioned, “What’s not as bad as I think?”

“Falling in love.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion, not understanding why Blair had used that line with me. I shook my head, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re scared for her to move in because you like her, and you don’t know what’s going to happen to your relationship if she does.”

I rolled my eyes, “Blair, once again, I don’t like Megan. Please get that through your thick-ass skull.”

Blair began packing her things, shaking her head, “You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me Samantha.”

“I’m going to punch you in the face.”

“Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.”

I huffed in annoyance, wishing she would just shut up about the whole ‘I believe you like Megan’ bullshit. I didn’t like Megan, I barely even knew her. Yes, she was hot, and yes, I was kind of lusting after her secretly, but that didn’t mean I wanted to put a fucking ring on it.

She was kind of annoying, and nosy, and a bit too much like me. I could never imagine myself falling in love, much less with Megan Adams.

No way.

I pushed the thought of Megan and I to the back of my mind as the bell rang, dismissing me to my last and final hour of the day. I shrugged my booksack onto my shoulder as I stood, walking next to Blair.

Then Blair spoke again, “Don’t you have softball practice today?”

I felt my mood dampen as I remembered Blair was in fact right, and I would have to stay after school with Megan for the fucking softball team. I groaned, “God, did you have to remind me Blair?”

“Just lookin’ out for you.”

I rounded the corner with Blair by my side, seeing Megan come into view as we approached her class. I felt the usual heartbeat in my chest quicken, and my mind begin to conjure up a witty remark I could easily tell Megan.

Why did she make me so weird?

“Damn, Megan is one fine mother fucker.”

I looked at Blair, appalled that she had said that so loud. I slapped her, “Ssh, you fucking idiot. She has ears.”

“Oh like she doesn’t know already.”

I groaned as I approached Megan, dismissing Blair with a silent death stare.

Megan addressed me, “Don’t forget, you have you be back in my room today by 3:30.”

I nodded, smiling sarcastically, “Awesome. Thanks for the friendly reminder.”

She looked at me from head to toe, sighing, “And you might want to grab a change of clothes, and possibly find your old glove.”

I ignored her, walking into the room and sitting at my new desk that was smack dab in the front row, right in front of Megan’s podium. I propped my feet up, waiting impatiently for this class to be over already, knowing after it wouldn’t be my escape from Megan.

I would have to come back for softball practice.

Megan walked up to her podium, but not before she pushed my feet off of the top of my desk and spoke, “Please behave today, Sam.”

I rolled my eyes as I leaned on my desk, remaining quiet as she began her lesson. I tried my best to pay attention and to take notes, but not really finding any interest in what she was lecturing about.

The class managed to pass with a blur with me barely retaining anything within the lecture. History was a boring subject, even when taught by a super-hot teacher, because I knew I would be returning soon. I didn’t know what to expect with helping Megan, and I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I had no control over it.

I had to do it to keep Megan on my side and Shawn off my back, because Megan had something on me that I needed to fix. Getting expelled wasn’t worth it, and I knew I would have to do my time with Megan and get it over with.

I had made my bed, now I had to sleep in it.

But wasn’t she being a bit drastic? I mean ok, yes, I tried to illegally change my grades right in front of the entire class while Megan was outside with the principal, but seriously…

Ok maybe she wasn’t being a bit drastic.

Why had I been so stupid?

I absent-mindedly continued to take notes and follow along in the book, but my mind was some where’s else. I couldn’t concentrate on school when I knew after I would be reunited with the coach that kicked me off in the first place. I mean, I understood she didn’t want to, but she had to because of my fucked up grades and behavior.

Maybe she would be happy to see me.

What really worried me was the rest of the team, and what their reaction would be. Maybe it would be fun, practicing and helping out a bunch of girls who were possibly gay. Maybe it would be completely worth it, and I would have the time of my life pursuing all twenty players.

Oh God, I sounded like such a guy.

Then the bell rang, and I hurried to pack up my things. The class filed out faster than I expected, and soon I was standing to leave with only Megan to accompany me.

She stood with her arms crossed and her eyes fixated on me, as if she was either giving me a death-stare or something a little more… sexy. I walked slowly towards her, taking in her tones legs that were so defined in those skinny jeans. I felt my heart rate pick up in my chest as I focused my eyes back onto her icy blue ones that were still giving me a very intense stare.

I reached for the door, but not before she spoke, “Sam, don’t test me. If you don’t show up today I’ll report what you did to Douglas and Shawn. Understand?”

For some reason the tone of her voice actually turned me on, as if her getting all authoritative was like some sexy foreplay to me. I knew not carried away, but inside my body was screaming for me to say some witty and flirtatious comment, and then kiss her.

But I couldn’t.

I nodded, “You should trust that I’m going to show up.”

She raised an eyebrow as she shrugged, “Well, I know how you are Sam. You have a short-term memory, and you like to go to Jinx’s in the middle of the day and get drunk. Oh God please don’t show up here drunk-”

“Megan,” I interrupted her rant, “Please shut up. I’ll be here.”

She sighed, smiling in relief, “Okay.”

Then suddenly a thought came to mind about the other night, and our little talk we had. Should I question her about it? Considering this was her free planning period, I knew no one would be barging in on us anytime soon.

I stepped back in front of her, “Megan, can I ask you something? About the other night?”

She smiled, shaking her head at me, “No. I let you get away with asking me two questions, so you’re technically in debt. You’ll have to answer one first.”

I shrugged in disappointment as I answered, “Ok, ask.”

“I don’t have a question yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.”

I looked at her, squinting in confusion as I tried to decipher the tone she was using with me. It sounded flirty, but then again it could also pass for friendly, but Megan and I weren’t exactly ‘friends’. Was she intentionally flirting with me? Or was that just the way she spoke to everyone?

Maybe I was looking too much into this.

I waved my hand, dismissing her response, “Can’t we just forget the game?”

She shook her head again, “Nope. We can’t do that until we’re both even, and we’re not.”

“Megan, really?”

“Yes, now go home and do what I told you. I’ll see you at 3:30.”

I stared at her, remembering that my home was possibly going to become her home shortly. Oh God, that was something else I would have to ask her about. But I figured I should go considering she seemed to have something to do, and I was preventing that.

I smirked sarcastically, dismissing myself, “Ok, see you later… Miss Adams.”

Then before I closed the door behind me I heard a faint whisper escape her lips, “Bye Sam.”