“No judging,” I say before she can say another word.
“Oh, I’msojudging you right now, but more importantly, I want details. And not just regular sex details. I want Travis King details,” she says matter-of-factly.
“You’re ridiculous.” I try to disguise my voice as nonchalant and completely cool, but as soon as she pulls into the coffee shop and parks it, she flashes me a look that tells me she can see right through my poker face.
It’s a small local cafe, which means not many other cars are parked near us.
“So when did it happen?” She’s beaming.
I sigh.
“See! I knew it. Please tell me he’s hung like a fucking bear.”
“Oh my God.” I close my eyes and try to think of a way out of this. “I can’t talk about this in public, Court.”
“You’re right. We’ll go in the drive-through instead.” She reverses the Jeep out of the parking spot and lines up in the drive-through lane.
“It happened last night.” I close my eyes a moment before opening them again and continuing. “I had been drinking. He was pissed I didn’t let him know where I was, and we got into a huge fight and…” I pause, trying to find the right words. “And I wish it never would’ve. I hate him. I hate him even more now.” I try to repeat it over and over so then maybe my body will stop responding to the thought of him.
“You totally hate-banged.” Her jaw drops almost as if she’s impressed.
I groan. “It was the best hate-sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
She frowns. “You mean your first time ever having hate-sex.”
I roll my eyes, albeit agreeing with her.
When it’s our turn at the window, she orders two soy lattes, blueberry muffins, and lemon pound cake. I dig around my purse for some cash as she pulls up to the window.
Once we pay, she lowers the radio, and her questions don’t stop. “So, what did it mean?” She shifts into park as we wait for our drinks. “Does it mean you two are like together?”
“Oh God, no!” I’m quick to push that idea out of her head. “It was a one-time itch, and it’ll never happen again.”
“Never?” she questions, arching a brow.
“Nope. I don’t have time for complicated in my life, and Drew would have my head, or his head, or both. I don’t know. Either way, it was a huge mistake, and it cannot ever happen again.” I know I’m telling her the words, but it feels as if I’m trying to convince myself more right now.
She nods at me with a disbelieving smile. “Itotallybelieve you.”
I sigh, giving up on trying to explain myself. My head’s a complete clusterfuck, and I don’t need to overthink it anymore.
The girl at the window interrupts my thoughts and hands over our lattes and Courtney’s pastry buffet. While we drive around, she continues the twenty questions, popping pieces of her muffin in her mouth every free chance she gets. The sky is turning a deep bruised purple, and the wisps of clouds are a pretty pink. We’ve been driving for over an hour, and I am relieved that she came back early and can help me process the hot mess I’ve created.
“So, I know you’ve hated him since like forever, but maybe this is a good thing,” she says as she pulls into Drew’s neighborhood. “Maybe it was meant to happen. Like fate.”
“Not unless fate was drunk.” I snort.
“Well, being drunk is the whole reason you’re in this situation now, isn’t it?” She grins.
I glare at her, even though she’s right.
“Trust me when I say it’s not. Biggest mistakeever. I’m not sure I can even look at him. And I have to live with him for the next week and a half.”
“Listen, we’ve all been there and done that. But at least it’s Travis. The dude is sex on legs, so it’s not like you had a one-night stand with some random guy.” She’s trying to make me feel better about it, but the truth is, it’s going to take more than that.
“I wish Professor Snape was here to steal the memory of it away.” I sigh.
“Huh? Who’s Professor Snape? Is that the lit professor?” She’s really trying to figure it out, and all I can do is laugh.
