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“I know, right? He’s the best boyfriend ever.”

“You’re amazing!” Sophie yelled to Jacob. “Very few men would be cool with knowing that their girlfriend went to third base with someone else the same night she started dating you. You’re very confident.”

Oh crap. That’s the thing I’d forgotten.

“What?” Jacob asked.

“Super chill, man,” Sophie said. “But I guess she did practice with you first.”

Jacob had stopped dancing. He was just standing in the middle of the dance floor. “You sucked Leo’s dick? What the fuck?”

“I...no...I...”

“I thought you told him?!” Sophie yelled. “Scar!”

“I forgot...”

“Hey, babe,” Leo said and pulled me into his arms.

Before I had a chance to respond, he pressed his lips against mine.

Ah!

I didn’t kiss him back. But it didn’t matter. My lips were against his lips. Right in front of my real boyfriend. Gah!

I was about to push him back, but before my hands could collide with his chest, Leo was already being pulled off of me.

Jacob had his hand around Leo’s bicep. “Get the fuck away from my girlfriend.”

Leo pushed Jacob off of him. “Dude. She’s not into you anymore.” He turned and smiled at me. “Didn’t you tell him what we did...”

Jacob’s fist collided with the side of Leo’s jaw and Leo fell to the ground.

“Leo!” I screamed. And that had been the exact wrong thing to scream. Because Jacob looked super pissed. And he was too busy looking pissed at me to notice what Leo was doing.

Leo stood up and rammed his shoulder into Jacob’s stomach.

The two of them fell to the ground.

“Stop it!” I screamed.

RJ walked up next to me. “Just what I was hoping for.”

“RJ, make them stop!”

He sighed. But then he grabbed the back of Leo’s shirt to pull him off of Jacob.

Leo tried to elbow RJ, but RJ dodged it.

“You did not just try to hit me.” RJ lifted his fists and took a swing. His knuckles collided with Leo’s nose.

I was so tempted to yell “Leo” again, but I kept my stupid mouth shut.

Leo shoved RJ backward and RJ almost ran into me. Sophie pulled me to the side.

“I’m so so sorry,” she said.

It wasn’t her fault. It was mine.