Page 11 of Second Chance

Man, you have balls.

Yes. Yes, I do…and I like to use them.

Oh, my God. How did we get to this point? And, how dare he?

Good to know things haven’t changed for you. If he stood before me, I might smack him. Using his balls is exactly what he did after our kiss, or rather, using his dick. He slept with my nemesis Kristy Moseley after I went out with Chris. It wasn’t a date, I argued with Denton, but then again, it felt like one. We never went to the movies as just two people, unless the third had an excuse not to attend. Chris told me Denton couldn’t make it. Denton told me Chris lied. Denton went out with Kristy three nights later.

Touché.

My lips twist. I don’t like this turn of conversation, nor do I like the memory. Denton and I never discussed the kiss. I assumed it never meant anything to him. Secretly, it meant the world to me. It changed everything—in my heart. As for our friendship, I pretended nothing happened, just like he did. I decided he wasn’t interested in me like that—as a girl. He was my first kiss, though, and I’m positive I was his. It was the only first we shared.

I don’t know how to end this conversation. Strangely, I don’t want to, but it’s just getting too weird, too awkward.

I’ve gotta get to bed.

Alone?

I shake my head, a low chuckle rumbling up my chest. He’s lost his mind.

Yes, alone.

Too bad. Wish I was there.

That’s it. I close the chat by slamming the laptop shut. My mind races back to our youth, when he slept in my bed as a kid, when he snuck into my room as a young teenager. He came to me the next night after he had sex with Kristy—his cheek red and puffy from his dad. I followed through with what I’d done a hundred times. A washcloth. Ice. Tylenol. But that night, I refused to let Denton stay.

“Is it because of Chris?” he snapped. He’d been angry and distant ever since Chris and I went to the movies. Nothing happened. We didn’t even hold hands. We didn’t kiss. But it was still different.

“No,” I argued back. “It’s because of Kristy.”

“Kristy? What does she have to do with anything?”

“You slept with her.”

“So? It didn’t mean anything.”

“Too bad for her, then. She’s telling everyone she’s your girlfriend.”

“She is not,” Denton hissed.“Is Chris your boyfriend?” His voice whined.

“And if he is?” I teased, irritation in my response. He wasn’t, though. I didn’t anticipate Chris being my boyfriend. I’d wanted the kiss with Denton to mean something, but after Kristy, my hopes shattered, and I couldn’t forgive him.

“I’d…”

“What?” My breath hitched. Never had a question held so much.

“Never mind.” Denton threw the washcloth on the floor and slipped back through the window.

He never returned. Chris and I started officially dating a few weeks later.