“Excuse me?” I nearly spit out my food.
“Shut up,” Jade says, taking a breath to launch back into her story.
“No, no, no. What you just said needs more processing time. You were holding hands with someone?” I ask.
“Oh my god.” Jade rolls her eyes.
“Wait—is holding hands bad?” Mac asks.
“Holding hands is emotional,” I say. “It means something.”
“It’s physical!” Jade says.
“Do you hold hands with everyone you hook up with, Jade?” I ask.
“No, of course not, because I—”
“Because you sleep with them and then never see them again, and now you’ve been on many dates with George Greg or hooked up with him multiple times, whatever you want to call it, and you just admitted to holding hands with him.”
“Okay, I’m with Jessie,” Mac says. “In that case it means something for sure.”
“I don’t like you.” Jade scowls at Mac.
Mac smirks.
“Okay, fine. It meant something. It meant I wanted some part of my body on his, and we were in a public place and had to go to class and I couldn’t exactly get my mouth around his dick outside of the computer labs, now, could I?”
A person passes by our table and gives Jade a disgusted look. She flicks them off. I snort with laughter, but Mac shoots me a mildly horrified look, which only makes me laugh more.
“You get used to her,” I say and pat Mac lightly on the arm. “Continue,” I say to Jade.
“Okay, thank you. So we’re outside the computer labs. We’re kissing, he cops a feel, and then he goes inside. Great. I’m about to walk away, but literally right after he walked in—I mean, no more than a minute later—Threesome Anna walks out.”
I gasp.
“Threesome Anna?” Mac asks.
“Jade had a threesome with Anna and George Greg a while ago. Halloween.”
Mac almost chokes on his water. Jade and I ignore this.
“Did she see you guys?” I ask, eyes widening. Listening to Jade’s stories is almost as good as reality TV.
“I don’t think so, and if she did see anything she didn’t care.”
“How do you know?”
“Because…she comes over immediately and kisses me. With George Greg’s spit still on my lips, Anna kisses me right on the mouth. She tells me I taste good. I just about die right there.”
“I think I’m dying right now,” I say, my hand pressed to my chest.
“AND THEN,” Jade says, emphasizing every syllable, “Anna asks if I’m going anywhere, and can she walk me? I say sure, I’m going to the theater building. What does she do? She takes my hand and walks me there.”
“Oh my god, Jade,” I say, putting my hands over my face and sinking back into my chair.
“I know.”
Jade and I exchange a meaningful look. Mac catches it.
