Expected Release Date – December 31, 2014
“So you and April have been friends for, how long?”
Melissa asks the question as if she doesn’t know the answer. Believe me, she does. This is the her third time she’s asked. Not a bright girl if she can’t subtract five from twenty. That’s basic math.
I give her the look. You know the one that says I’m not entertaining her insecurities tonight. Lately it seems that’s all I’ve been dealing with. We’ve gone out four times and her true colors are beginning to show. And it’s an unflattering green.
“Look, I didn’t know she was going to be here, alright?” My voice is low and tight, and my gaze doesn’t stray from her blue eyes even though I forcibly have to restrain myself from glancing over to the table where April and her idiot boyfriend are sitting near the back corner of the restaurant.
Melissa gives me this wide-eyed, who-me look. “What? I was just asking.”
Yeah, right. Just asking my ass.
I turn my attention back to the dessert menu on the table in front of me. I’m done with the conversation.
My reprieve—the silence between us—barely lasts ten seconds before she hits me again. This time with, “So you guys never…?” She allows the flailing motion of her hands to fill in what she’s too uncomfortable to say in public.
Very slowly, I raise my gaze from the menu back to hers. She’s as attentive as I’ve ever seen her while trying and failing to pull off the I’m-just-curious look.
“Have we ever what?” I ask quietly. The warning note in my voice is meant to nip the inquisition in the bud. It doesn’t work.
“Had sex,” she whisper after taking quick look around.
From the moment I first introduced Melissa to April, I knew this question was coming. Every girl I’ve ever gone out with has asked it at one time or another. But two years ago I could answer it honestly without pissing the girl off. These days, I’m screwed either way. Lying sucks–and I suck at it–and telling the truth is the beginning of a living hell.
No relationship can survive that. Hell that is. Why do you think me and my high school girlfriend broke up?
She’s named after the month of a year and she’s 5’9″ and more gorgeous than anyone has a right to be.
To this day, my best friend doesn’t have a clue that she’s been like kryptonite to every relationship I’ve ever been in.
And if I have anything to do with it, she never will.