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Don’t go with it.
Don’t dig yourself even deeper into this hole.
“Yeah,” I say, easing a step back. “Me and Bethany.”
“I guess I should have seen this coming,” he says. “She admitted to me once that the only reason she slept with me the first time was because she came to the room looking for you, but you were in class, so...” He turns up his hands. “What’s a girl to do, you know?”
I screw up my face with sympathy. “We didn’t know how to tell you,” I say.
You coward.
He nods. “It’s all right, Drew.”
“No, it’s not.” I take a step forward. “You’re right. I knew how you felt about her and it was wrong.”
“We were never exclusive,” he says. “I understand why you thought it was okay.”
“No, it wasn’t okay. It was never... okay. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have come to you before...” I shut my mouth before I dig too far. “Seth, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I, uh...” His throat clears. “I’m sorry, too.”
“No, I’m really, really sorry. It won’t happen again. I swear. Beth and I are done. Over. Completely over.”
“I have a confession to make,” he blurts. “I did something that I have to get off my chest.”
I go quiet as Seth rises off his bed and stands tall.
“Last night,” he begins, “I was feeling a little raw and… I made what I now realize was a bad judgment call.”
I hang on every word, unable to predict where this is going now. “What did you do?” I ask.
Seth takes a breath. “After the dance, I spent the night with Tammy.”
“Tammy?” I repeat in surprise.
“Yes,” he says. “While you were with Bethany, I was here with Tammy. We slept together.”
“Really?”
“In your bed.”
I glance at it. Wrinkled sheets and ruffled pillows. “You don’t say…”
“It was a bad call,” he says. “I did it because I wanted to get back at you for flaking out and lying to me. It was wrong, and I know that now. I’m sorry.”
For Christ’s sake, man, put the shovel down.
“Seth...” I say as my pulse races. “I forgive you.”
“No, Drew?—”
“No, I do. One hundred percent. I understand what you did and why you did it. I forgive you.”
“You don’t have to forgive me. It was a shitty thing to do.”
“No, what I did was way shittier,” I argue. “I... tapped your girl. That’s wrong. I’m the one who should beg for forgiveness.”
“No, I acted out of spite. I should have controlled myself.”
