“So what did you two do last night?”

Blair spoke immediately, “A party, more like a get together. Nothing illegal though.”

I rolled my eyes at her babbling, thanking God silently that we were pulling up into her driveway. Megan questioned, “This house?”

I nodded, “Yea.”

Then we stopped, and I looked back at Blair who was looking at me uncomfortably as she opened the door. She smiled, waving as she exited, “Thanks for the ride Megan.”

“No problem.”

Then Megan and I were alone again, and I felt her eyes switch to me as Blair walked into her house.

She asked, “So what did you two really do last night?”

I shook my head, “I don’t have to answer to you right now, you’re not my teacher.”

“Samantha.”

I glared at her, shaking my head, “Don’t.”

“Tell me.”

“We went to a frat house to deliver some weed, then we stayed and partied and the cops decided to show up at two in the morning. But we ditched them before they could get there.”

She shook her head, backing out onto the main road and driving out of Blair’s neighborhood, “God Sam, I’m just waiting for the day Shawn and I have to come bail you out of jail.”

I laughed, “Blair kind of has that same mind-set.”

“Maybe you should slow it down, if you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, “I’ll slow down when I’m dead.”

She huffed in annoyance as I brushed off her not-so-friendly advice, realizing maybe she was right. It was easy money though, and simply driving ten miles to deliver a bag of weed for a hundred dollars seemed like an easy win.

And yes, I understood the stuff was illegal.

I leaned forward, pressing the tune button on Megan’s radio and switching it to my usual rock station I normally listened to. I heard the sound Aerosmith’s Love in An Elevator blare through the speakers as I looked at Megan, “You listen to this?”

She shrugged, “When I’m in the mood.”

I smiled, “You know who this is?”

“Aerosmith, duh. Who doesn’t know that?”

I snorted a response, “You’d be surprised. My generation sucks, listening to faggot One Erection and all those other washed up teenage singers. It gets tiring trying to relate to someone who has no idea who Janis Joplin is.”

“I love Janis Joplin. Wait… does that mean you’re relating to me?”

I laughed, “I think it does.”

“God, I’m nothing like you though. Let’s get that part straight.”

“Well, I’m not straight, so…”

She sighed, “Yes, you’ve made that very clear.”

“I did something fucked up last night.”

I watched as Megan’s blue eyes switched to me, looking almost worried as I scolded myself internally for saying that out loud. Why did I have to think of the kiss with Blair at this moment? And why did I have to blurt that out? Now she was going to ask me what the hell I was talking about.

She eyed me curiously, “What?”

I scratched the back of my head, wondering how I should go about this. It was weird thinking about kissing Blair, but I had done it, and now I felt guilty as hell for it.

And Megan seemed to have a weird way of making me feel better.

“I kissed Blair last night, a lot.”

I heard Megan suck in some air through her teeth, which led me to believe she was trying to muster up a decent response. I figured she would have some advice, considering she had messed around with two of her best friends rather than one. I knew it was wrong to think of her in that way but I couldn’t help it, and I needed help.

“Were you drunk?”

Had I been drunk? I recalled the night in almost perfect detail, so I figured I couldn’t have been too messed up. I mean I drove home!

I shook my head, “No.”

“Did you kiss her?”

I shook my head once more, “It was kind of both… you know?”

“You’ve had sex with her before haven’t you?”

I looked at her in complete shock, not understanding how she could possibly have known that. I nearly threw up right there knowing she knew that about my friendship with Blair.

I stuttered, “H-How did you-?”

“It’s obvious, the way you two talk and stuff. Her mannerisms kind of give it away too; she keeps her distance but not too much distance. You’re comfortable around her but you know your boundaries. Nikki and I were the same way.”

I questioned, “Nikki?”

“My ex-girlfriend.”

I groaned, “Blair’s not my ex, she was never my girlfriend. It was a mistake we made a long time ago. I don’t know why I told you… I didn’t want you to compare me and Blair to your old relationship.”

“Calm down, I’m not comparing you to anyone. I’m trying to give you advice.”

I rolled my eyes, “So what am I to do, Doctor Phil?”

“Does she like you?”

I shrugged, “I don’t think so. She knows me too well to ever like me more than a friend.”

“Do you like her?”

I snorted, “No, I don’t like anyone.”

“Then don’t do anything, that simple. Difference between you and I is that when Nikki and I had sex… we both liked each other.”

I studied Megan as I realized she had told me to simply forget about the kiss and do absolutely nothing about it. I didn’t understand, how could I just forget about the kiss when I couldn’t help the guilt in my heart?

“But… I kissed my best friend.”

She shrugged, “It happens sometimes.”

“I don’t know why I did it.”

“Because you messed up, it happens, stop worrying about something that means nothing Sam. If neither of you like each other then it was just a kiss, stop over-analyzing everything.”

I just looked out the window, wondering why I had been possessed to kiss Blair in the first place. Had I been lonely? Sad? Drunk? It just didn’t make sense. It’s not like I genuinely enjoyed the kiss, even if it was nice to kiss someone. There was no meaning there… right? I mean, yes, Blair and I had slept together a long time ago, but that didn’t mean I liked her. We were past that, like way past that, so maybe I could try to forget about it like Megan said.

I questioned, attempting to change the subject so I could refuse my brain the time to think about the kiss. “So, how does Shawn believe you dated a girl but never slept with her?”

She stopped at a light and glanced at me, putting on her blinker in the process, “Technically Nikki and I only dated a semester, which is only about five months. It was one of those relationships that move really fast but are really strong, but Shawn doesn’t understand how much I care about Nikki.  He thinks we were more best friends than anything, but it was so much more than that…”

I smirked, raising one eyebrow, “You two were crazy in love or something?”

She laughed, “Nikki was crazy, wild, but so sexy… she was also very passionate about the things she cared about. One of which was me.”

I nodded, allowing her to see I was listening with intent, “What happened between you two anyway?”

“She transferred to another college for an internship, she’s a writer, and they read some of her material and called her up. She moved in an instant, leaving me behind within six months of our relationship.”

I snorted, “Sounds like a total bitch.”

“Yea, well that bitch is making ten grand more than me a year. I honestly don’t blame her either, for leaving I mean. I probably would’ve done the same thing at the time.”

I studied Megan further, realizing her demeanor and tone had instantly changed at the mention of Nikki and her past relationship. I wondered if she had experienced any closure with her, because judging by her reaction I was getting the sense the Nikki had straight up left and dumped Megan on the street. I didn’t want to assume anything, but it was a very strong possibility that that’s exactly what had happened.

I questioned, “Do you still talk to her?”

She sighed, “The last time was months ago, and it was very brief.”

Something in Megan’s voice hit a nerve in me, and I didn’t know if it was the sadness that was obviously noticeable, or something else. I figured it was the low tone, considering it was weird to see Megan sad, and over something that happened over a year ago. I mean, she told me she and Nikki had dated some time ago, and she still wasn’t over it?

Maybe there were some unresolved issues that Megan never got closure from, which was preventing her from moving on.

But I couldn’t stop asking, “What did she look like?”

At this Megan smiled, and she sighed, “Flawless. Blonde hair that was always perfect, even when she woke up, she had the sexiest light green blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Her lips, oh God, they were the perfect shade of pink, never chapped, and her skin was always clear.”

I attempted to picture her in my head but sighed, “You should show me a picture.”

Megan eyed me as she laughed, opening her phone and sliding her finger over the screen and to a picture. She handed me the phone then, allowing me to take in the picture of her and this so-called Nikki.

They were perfect, both of them, but I still thought Megan was the prettier one. Maybe it was my biased-type that was showing, because I wasn’t a fan of blondes, or maybe it’s because Nikki was groping Megan in a very obscene way.

I looked at her, “I mean, she’s not bad.”

Megan laughed, “You’re blind.”

I smiled, studying the picture again as I eyed Nikki. She was pretty, and yes her hair was perfect, and her lips looked pretty fucking delicious, but her nose was a little wide, and her teeth weren’t as white as Megan’s. Also, her face was pretty at one glance, but if you really studied everything, she wasn’t as perfect as Megan made her out to be. Yes, I would give Nikki that, she was pretty fucking hot, but there wasn’t that thing about her that Megan had.

But to Megan she was a Goddess, but that could be the old emotions talking.

I shrugged, “I’m not a blonde-type girl.”

“You are a blonde.”

I nodded, “Yes, good observation. Maybe it’s because I know how most blondes are. They’re self-centered, kind of bitchy, and love to take multiple shots of tequila on a Friday night. They live for the day and they use people for what they want, and when something better comes along they drop their old toy and run to the new one.”

Megan let out the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard and then looked at me, “Did you know Nikki? Or are you two really that much alike?”

I smiled, “Well, like you said, I am a blonde, and I’ve messed around with a couple here and there. I’m not saying all of them are like that, but most of them have the same personality and tendencies as the other.”

She smiled, “So you’re telling me you’re a self-centered bitch that loves tequila?”

“No, I prefer Vodka, but yes, everything else is pretty true.”

She continued to laugh as we made our way into the school parking lot, “Well, at least you embrace it.”

I studied Megan further, wondering what exactly was happening between us. We were sharing a lot of intimate things, laughing, and actually getting to know each other. It was odd, yes, but somewhere inside me I loved it, and I didn’t want it to stop.

But we were at the dreaded softball field now.

She looked at me, “Ready to get this day over with?”

“More than anything.”

We exited the car, walking across the street to the softball field and watching everything come into view. There were a lot more people here than I expected, along with parents, siblings, and the softball girls. I figured they were all here to help get the field ready for the season so I didn’t think much of it.

I was just ready to leave as soon as I stepped foot on the green.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Oh my God, this paint is never going to come off.”

“Well I told you to wear old clothes.”

I looked at Megan, giving her a grimace before resuming the paint job her and I had been assigned to do. So far we had cleaned out and re-organized the shed, painted the dug-outs, the fence, and now we were working on the outside of the equipment shed. The day was passing quickly, and it was just a couple hours past lunch, and I was whipped.

I questioned, “Why do you talk to me like a child?”

“Because to me, technically you are one.”

“I’m nineteen Megan.”

She looked at me, smiling as she shrugged, “Okay, but you’re also my student.”

I rolled my eyes, “That was after you met me as a family friend.”

“Yea I’m still not sure which one I would rather.”

I looked at her curiously, “What you mean?”

“Like, if I would rather you be my student or my best friend’s shit-head little sister.”

 I laughed to myself, continuing to roll pain onto the shed, “I figured you would choose student, cause you seem to like bossing me around and telling me what to do.”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t like bossing you around.”

“I mean, you did humiliate me in front of your entire class and move me all the way to the front, smack dab in front of your podium. I think you enjoy the power thing.”

She huffed in annoyance, as if she was completely hurt by what I had said, “That’s not true, the only reason I did that was because you embarrassed me.”

“Excuses, excuses. It was all part of your evil plan.”

She smiled, laughing slightly to herself, “You’re right, my entire life goal is to make yours hell now.”

I laughed with her, “I don’t doubt you on that.”

It stayed silent for a while after that, but it wasn’t the awkward silence, it was the comfortable silence that you felt when you really just enjoyed being in the other’s company. It was nice, just sitting here with Megan painting the walls, allowing our arms to touch every once in a while and then exchange brief glances. It was like being with Blair, but there was something different, something more noticeable.

“So if you had to guess, how many girls would you say you’ve slept with?”

I looked at Megan, almost appalled that she would muster up a question like that and ask me. I shook my head, “I am your student Miss Adams, and that sounds very inappropriate.”

She shoved me, smiling, “Yea, coming from the girl who asked me if I slept with my ex-girlfriend.”

I smiled, realizing she was right, “I don’t know, I mean, maybe fifteen to twenty?”

“God you can’t even give me a number.”

I laughed, holding up my hands, “Hey, you asked! And that’s just the girls that have made me cum, I’m not counting the ones that backed out after I fucked them.”

“So over twenty, most likely.”

I shrugged, “I guess you can say I get around.”

She sighed heavily, putting more paint onto her brush, “Have you ever thought of just hanging onto one?”

I looked at her, allowing myself to study her while she worked, and I noticed she had a paint smudge on her cheek. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a high pony-tail while her old T shirt hung loosely off of her torso. Then her eyes switched to me, and I was pulled back into reality.

“Uh, no, not really. No one’s interesting enough after one night of listening to their boring story. Besides, it’s hard to relate to anyone, and no one does relationships anymore.”

“Ok, well what exactly makes someone interesting? To you, I mean.”

I looked at her, allowing myself to smile as I put my paint brush down and cross my arms. I sighed, “Hmm, let’s see. They have to be fine, like nice legs, nice ass, the whole package. She has to know every song cut by Radiohead, my favorite band, and like coffee as much as I do. Her favorite color better not ever be purple or yellow, because those are pussy colors, and she can’t be one of those girls that bitch all the time about the stupidest shit. Like, if you’re gonna bitch how your mom folds your underwear I will punch her in the face.”

 By this time Megan was laughing, nearly doubled over after my rant. I didn’t know why she was laughing so hard, but I figured she was on crack or something.

She shook her head after gathering herself, “Those are high standards.”

I shrugged, nodding stiffly, “Yea well, if you’re not at least three of those things you’re just a basic bitch to me.”

“Very blunt.”

“I’m just being real.”

She sighed, “Yea, it’s hard to come by that now.”

I looked at her, smiling, “Are you hitting on me?”

“Negative.”

I laughed, “Well Miss Adams, I’m flattered that you’ve taken interest in me but, you’re just too basic for me.”

She shoved me then, getting red paint on my face and the front of my shirt. She smirked, holding her paint brush like a gun as she pretended to blow the smoke out of it, “I don’t date young girls anyway.”

“So you date old ladies? Or men? I’m confused now.”

She laughed, and suddenly she brought her hand up to my face in attempt to wipe that paint on my cheek. My heart stopped in my chest as I watched her blue eyes fall upon my face as she rubbed gently against my skin. Was this really happening? What if someone saw? And why was she doing this in the first place?

She pulled back quickly, as if realizing what she was doing and she stood, “I think you can finish up the rest by yourself? I’m going talk with Lee to see if we need to do anything else.”

Then I watched as she walked away, leaving me confused about what the hell had just happened between us.

But the only thing I could think about was how bad I had wanted to kiss her in that brief moment.