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There’d been some scuffle between John and Duncan over me. OMG!!

But at the end of the day, the possibility that the John Cole could be interested in someone like me was just so fantastically HAHAHA!!!

No one could bring themselves to believe such a ridiculous thing.

Duncan had attempted to corner me outside of Spanish class. I’d made vague gestures at my watch, apologized profusely, and done one of my finer disappearing acts. Now that I’d had sex with John, now that I knew exactly what was involved and how it felt . . . the thought of doing anything remotely similar with Duncan (or anyone else for that matter) freaked me out just a little. Sex was so intimate, so private. I’d hung a closed sign over my girl parts for the time being. Much easier. Not even the thought of dating appealed.

“How about pole dancing?” asked Hang in the cafeteria over lunch. “Any experience in the live adult entertainment industry and/or exotic dancing areas?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Damn. Sadly, that rules out a big chunk of the employment market.” She flicked through the local newspaper employment pages on her cell. “Cat grooming services?”

“Maybe.”

Hang tapped a finger against her lips. “I’m sort of highly allergic. But they have good allergy medicines these days, right?”

I just looked at her.

“No. Okay.” She took a sip of her soda. “I’ll keep searching.”

“Good idea.”

“What’s a good idea?” asked Anders, squeezing his sweaty self onto the seat between Hang and me.

“You going and having a shower,” said Hang. “Yuck. You stink.”

“I smell manly.”

“No. You smell like unwashed feet.”

Anders threw his hands up into the air. “Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you?”

“Go. Shower. I’m done with this conversation.” After pushing her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose, Hang returned to studying the want ads. “Edie, do you have any secret business credentials you haven’t seen fit to share with me?”

“Um, no.” I bit into my apple, crunching away. “In fact, I’m reasonably certain I’m going to fail math.”

“We can work on that some more tonight,” said a familiar voice. He sat down opposite me, blue eyes inscrutable.

I just froze. I don’t know why. Or worse yet, I did.

Truth was, I’d gotten off easy having him seated behind me in English. Faking it hadn’t been so hard. With him right there, however, staring at me, all of the complicated and difficult stormed through my head. A hurricane’s worth of oh shit, what the hell have I done with my best friend.

Time. That’s what I needed.

The time and space to put him firmly back in the just-friends box. No need to panic; everything would be fine. I had a plan. After all, it’s not like I had so many friends that I could afford to lose one to lust. Especially not one as important to me as John. Yet all I could think when I saw him was how I’d had my tongue in his mouth. He’d had his penis in my vagina. And despite the actual sex part kind of sucking, maybe with my hymen out of the way, next time would be better. Hell, maybe next time would be awesome. With someone who wasn’t John Cole, of course.

Yes, he and I would go back to being just friends. Just. Friends.

“Well?” he asked.

“Ah, maybe?”

“Let’s talk later.”

I kept my face pleasantly blank as Hang’s gaze switched from John to me and back again with interest. Luckily for me, John didn’t notice. Also, Hang did subtle well, God bless the girl.

“We shooting hoops?” asked Anders. “Or you going to the library again like a loser?”

“Hoops.”

“All righty then.” After wiping the sweat from his brow, Anders trailed a damp finger across Hang’s cheek. “Later, babe.”

“Oh God, gross!” she cried, ducking out of reach. “Get away from me.”

“I know you want me,” he said, getting to his feet.

Nose crinkled, Hang stared at him in disgust. “However did you guess? Hooking up with a feral raving lunatic is absolutely my dream.”

A crease appeared between John’s brows. “Leave her alone, man. See you later, Edie.”

And the recipient for the Best Fake Smile award for the year was (insert drum roll here) . . . me. “’Bye.”

“God, now I’m going to have to decontaminate myself with bleach or something.” Hang scrubbed at her cheek with a Kleenex.

“What was that?” asked Sophia, moseying on up to our table. Carrie stood beside her, holding her hand. “Are there things going on with you and basketball boy?”

“Good question,” I said, despite my own need for privacy. “Seems like he’s into you.”

“No, no. Absolutely not,” said Hang. “I’m not the slightest bit interested in that too-tall idiot. And it’s a testament to our friendship that I’m still talking to either of you.”

When Sophia turned to me for answers, I gave a small shake of the head. Most definitely not going there anytime soon.

“You sure there’s nothing going on?” she persisted, taking a seat. “Are you really really sure?”