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Maybe my intuition about Gabe being a one hundred percent good guy is true. Before he left, he must have realized that this, me, obviously won't end well on his behalf and that's what the look on his face was. My phone vibrates on my nightstand, but it's just Viv, and I don't want to talk to her right now. Unfortunately, my gut says that Gabe is going to be placed on my long list of inadequacies. Oh well, right? I'm not dating material anyway.
That's my last thought as I drift to sleep.
* * *
Viv and I are out shopping. She wants to kno
w about last night, and I want a new outfit to wear to the party tonight. The autumn air is getting chilly, but it's not cold enough to cover up a lot of skin. I feel the want to flaunt my body at this party, so that's the kind of outfit I'm searching for.
“All right. I'm dying to know, Ryan. Tell me already!” Viv says once we walk into our first store of the day.
I roll my eyes at her. “It went well. We went to his little brother's football game and went to a little café for cake. Then we went back to my place for sex.”
“Good guys don't fuck on the first date, so you must have been wrong about that,” she comments.
“I don't know,” I trail off. Viv may be my best friend, but there is still a lot I don't tell her. “He looked like he regretted it before he left. I doubt I'll be calling him if I ever get into trouble. That's probably the last we'll see of Gabe O'Connor.” I had to say that last part. Saying it aloud makes it seem more real, and I'm almost positive that I'm right about this.
“Maybe not,” she tries, sounding hopeful. After a moment, she says, “You go on a lot of first dates now that I think about it. Why don't you ever go on seconds?”
I keep my eyes on the clothes before me, knowing she's going to have something to say about this. “Because good girls don't fuck on the first date, Viv,” I throw her words back at her. “Lucky for them, and me if you think about it, I'm not one of those girls. If I want to sleep with them at the end of the night, I'm not going to hold out for a few more dates. And after that, they see me only for sex. Besides, you know I'm not really a dater anyway. Obviously.”
When I look up at Viv, her eyes are wide open. “You have sex on the first date? Always?” Oh, come on. She had to know this. We've been friends since freshman year. She hasn't figured this out yet? I figured I would get a lecture, but I guess she didn't know this fun fact about me.
“Almost always,” I correct. Is it really that big of a deal? It's only sex. “Ooh, look at this top.” I hold up a white, spaghetti-strapped shirt. It's a v-neck and a little airy, so it wouldn't be skin-tight. The material is super soft too. I have to buy it.
“It's cute. What would you wear it with?”
“A tight skirt of some sort.”
So we start looking for one of those. But Viv is back to Gabe.
“Has he texted you or anything?”
“Nope.”
“Well, how old is his brother?” She asks.
“He's sixteen, but he has an older one who is thirty-three.”
“And how old is he again?”
I narrow my eyes at her from across the rack. Where is she going with this? “Twenty-five.”
“Mhm,” she nods. “So you're closer in age to his little brother than him.”
Honestly, I hadn't thought of that. Does our age difference really matter? It's only six years, and I'm about to turn twenty next month. It's not a huge difference or anything. I'm sure my parents would expect me to date someone closer to my age, but it's my choice. Not theirs. They aren't dating him. I am. Finally, I say, “It doesn't matter either way. I really don't think I'll see him again. What did dumbass say when you broke up with him?” I change the subject because I'm tired of thinking about Gabe.
“He thinks I'm crazy for accusing him of cheating. When I pushed him about her car in the driveway, he wanted to know how I knew that, which means he admitted it. And he hasn't spoken to me since.”
“Perfect timing for a party with an excuse to get wasted.” I hold up the skirt I found. “What do you think?” It's a gold, sparkly mini-skirt, and it would look great paired with the shirt and the right shoes.
“Ooh, I love it. Might have to borrow that.”
I laugh. “Of course. Do you see anything in here you want or are you ready to hop to the next store?”
“Nah, let's check out and move on.”
Tonight's party is being hosted by the football team, so I've been trying to convince Viv that she could hook up with any of one of them. They're going to be looking to get laid tonight anyway. After the shitty boyfriend, she deserves some yummy football player to give her a good time. Viv says she's going to lay low for a while. I stop pestering her because if that's what she wants, then I'll leave her alone. Viv has more morals or higher standards, as some would say, than I do, and I will respect her wishes.
