I couldn’t be sure what it was exactly until I got to talk to her, and I wasn’t going to get to talk to her until we were alone. I liked Abby, I really did, she was a blast to hang out with, but I was suddenly wishing she’d go away. Not just because I wanted to talk to Emily, but it would also stop Abby from raving about me and possibly making the problem with Emily worse.
As if reading my mind, she stood up suddenly. “I’m going to take a shower. I feel super gross. Is that rude?” she asked me. “To go shower while you’re here?”
I laughed. “Of course not! I’m the one intruding on your space. You go about your life as you normally would.”
“Okay, perfect, thank you,” she said, as she walked down the hallway, stumbling just a little bit. “I hope you feel better, Emily!” she hollered down the hall as she left.
“I’m fine!” she said in an obviously annoyed tone, indicating she was anything but.
I looked over at her as soon as I thought Abby was out of earshot.
“What?” she asked.
“Are you really? Because you seem… kind of upset.”
“Not you, too,” she grumbled.
“I mean, you don’t need to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about, but you’re not like mad at me or anything… right?”
She looked a little sad when I asked this. “No, no, of course not. I couldn’t be mad at you.” She looked down the hall, and I could tell she was thinking about Abby still being able to hear us. “You want to go to my bedroom?”
“Sure,” I said, taking her hand and making our way into her room.
She plopped down on the bed as soon as we got in there.
“So, you want to talk about it?”
She was quiet for a second before answering softly, “No.”
Okay, that was weird, I thought we’d come in here specifically because she’d wanted to discuss things. So if that wasn’t the case… she must have come in here for another reason.
“You wanna do sexy stuff about it?” I asked her cheekily.
Emily and I still hadn’t hadn’t done anything more than oral, not yet. And, of course, I didn’t push it. It didn’t even matter to me. What we did on our own was plenty enough for me.
“No,” she said coolly.
Okay, now I was really confused. What was even the point of coming in here?
“Okay, so what?” I asked.
She smiled at me. “I want to fuck about it.”
12
Emily
What the hell had I just said? What was I thinking?
Clearly, those two large glasses of wine were a little much for me. And when I say large, I mean large—it was probably like four glasses of wine, so I shouldn’t have been too surprised.
But still, I was making a mistake here. That was not what I should have said. This wasn’t what I should have been doing.
I should have been talking to Kaitlyn. I should have been explaining to her what I’d been thinking to myself all night… that I couldn’t possibly stay with her. At least, not for the remainder of the semester. Not until I got my academics back on track.
I’d been mulling it over at the bar and on the way home, and I absolutely hated it, but what else could I do? I couldn’t fail! Not when I was so close to graduation! Not for any woman… not even her.
And failing for her was truly tempting.