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“Hey. I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of fiending some breakfast. Care to join me?”

“Sure. Mind if I shower first?”

“No problem.”

I was on a high. I had fantasized about spending one night with Jason for so long, to finally have it was like nothing I could have imagined. I took my clothes, purse, and shoes into the bathroom, determined to make myself appear less like the girl who was wearing last night’s clothes, and to clean off some mud I had apparently trudged through without noticing the night before. I scrubbed the shoes first and left them to dry on the counter while I showered.

Finally fresh and clean, redressed in my outfit I’d arrived in, I wrapped the fresh towel Jason had given me around my head and stepped out. Only there was suddenly a new person in the room.

“Gemma?” she said, surprised.

I jumped, not expecting her to be there. Annie stood at Jason’s bedroom door, her blonde hair perfectly pulled up into a ballerina’s bun, makeup pristine and understated, and dressed in typical conservative sorority girl chic—a white-collared shirt under a soft lavender sweater, slim jeans, and flat-soled boots that rose to the middle of her shins. I imagined that the two of us standing next to each other was a stark contrast from my unkempt hair down to my comfy sneakers that I wore nearly every day.

“Oh, hey, Annie. How’s it going?”

“What are you doing here? In Jason’s shower?”

Jason opened his bedroom door and stopped cold. “What—? Annie?”

“Jason,” she said curtly, “what is Gemma doing using your shower this morning?”

Confusion had taken hold of him and prevented him from uttering a sound. He stood, frozen, face screwed up in bewilderment, seemingly incapable of comprehending the situation he found before him.

“My shower broke yesterday,” I said, saving him. “Nikki was lucky enough to have taken the last good shower up there before it just went kaput. You know maintenance doesn’t work on the weekends, so Jason was kind enough to let me use his.” I told myself that Jason’s sex life—even if it included me—was not mine to share with his ex. I turned back to the bathroom and hung the damp towel on the hook by the door, grabbing my shoes and purse at the same time. “Thanks again,” I said, and turned to leave.

“Wait, hold on,” said Jason.

“See you Monday,” I shouted, and made a beeline for the stairs.

* * *

Present Day…

I lie flat on my back on my bed, legs hung off the edge carelessly, at least three Mai Tais gone while Nikki was propped up on her elbows above me, braiding my hair.

“I buried it so deep,” I breathed. “It was such a big deal!”

“Huge,” she agreed. “And when we had lunch in the dining hall that afternoon and you saw them walk in together, her hanging on his arm, you were devastated.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Devastated,” she repeated. “But I’ll be honest, I don’t know why he got back with her after your night together. The way you described it to me, it was earth shattering.”

“Maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual,” I sighed. “I mean, I didn’t orgasm or anything, but it was still some of the best sex I’d had at the time.” I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over to face her. “Maybe I was too aggressive? Like I came on too strong?”

“Oh no,” said Nikki, getting to her feet with only a slight wobble. “I will not have you retroactively over analyze something that was clearly his mistake. Something you already tried to do, and I was not having it then, either.”

“Well wait, there’s always two sides to a story.”

“Nope. I heard someone on TV say that’s not true. Sometimes there’s three or four, and sometimes there’s only one. This is the case of there being only one side.”

“That’s bullshit, and even drunk Nikki knows that.”

“I am standing my ground on this. You two were so hot for each other for so long, and then it all explodes in one fantastic fuck… and then he goes back to the bitch who dumped him for being ‘too boring?’ That is some grade A sheisty snake oil, my friend.”

“I wish I was recording you right now. This would make a great viral video,” I mused and we plopped back onto the bed.

Nikki sighed in agreement. “Yeah, drunk Nikki is like a vulgar motivational speaker.”

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