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“Megan,” he tells me without much enthusiasm. “We’ve only been dating for three months. If she wants to open the relationship, I’ll just tell her to do it with someone else.”
“Damn,” Jake deadpans. “Sounds like true love there.”
“She’s okay,” Chris says as he twists his mouth. “She’s gorgeous and a great fuck.”
“What else would you want,” I mock him.
“Although she’s a bit of a bitch,” he admits.
And don’t we all know it. We met her at Jamie’s birthday, on New Year’s Eve, and we did not get along. Chris hates themean girltype—the exact kind that crowded the hallways of Stoneview Prep—so we don’t understand why he’s still with Megan.
“Why did you even start dating her in the first place?” I groan.
“I don’t know! A friend of mine introduced us and I was drunk as fuck. We had a great night and great sex. I only discovered after that she was the kind of horrible person who treats people like shit and gets high on it.”
“Dude, break up with her,” Jake tells him before I can.
“Yeah, I tried, but she opened up about how unconfident she felt and that’s why she’s so horrible. I just didn’t have the heart to go through with it. And she’s not bad all the time. She can be nice when we’re together.”
“Sounds like you pity her, and it will only lead to drama,” Luke nods to himself. “Trust me, I’ve been there.”
“Yeah, so have I,” Jake adds, and we all know too well the drama he had with his ex from senior year.
“Anyway,” Chris downs his drink, “so how does a four-way relationship work? I thought Rachel was a lesbian,” he digresses.
“Rachel is only now really identifying her sexuality. Yeah, she thinks she’s a lesbian 'cause she never slept with a man and doesn’t want to sleep with Lik and Sam.”
I don’t mention Conor. I already told them—without specifying exactly what—that he had done unforgivable things and that I was ready to end him. To Rachel and to me, she and Conor don’t count as sex. Rape never counts as sex.
They’re all still clearly waiting for an explanation from me, and I chuckle as I keep going. “Okay, she definitely doesn’t like dick. And it might come as a surprise, but that’s not what all relationships are about, my friends.”
They’re all looking at me, clearly waiting for more. I shake my head. “It’s possible to love someone for other things than sex. And I guess that’s what’s happening between her, Lik, and Sam.”
“I have no words,” Luke tells me. “I guess since one person has never been enough for you, three should do.”
“That’s not what this is.”
I let my head fall back. It’s heavy, the alcohol muddling my thoughts. I smile at the ceiling, thoughts of Sam, Lik, and Rach crowding my mind. How can I love the three of them? Even Lik. I fell in love with him so suddenly, like lightning hitting me right in the heart. It wasn’t love at first sight, more love at first fuck.
“It’s hard to explain,” I say out loud, though not sure if I’m talking to myself or them. “I just know it feels really good.” I close my eyes and inhale deeply. For one second, I’m with the three people I love so differently yet so fully.
“I just don’t want to know any more than that, please,” Jake chuckles.
So, I come back to the present. To my best friends who have always been there for me and yet again now that I’ve told them about my crazy relationship. Crazy to the world, maybe, but perfect for the four of us involved.
A couple of joints, laughter, and love. It only takes another hour for us to be downright out of our minds.
Luke and Jake are fighting over the last slice of pizza, making up ‘hunger games’ to decide who should have it and I watch from the sofa, slumped so deep into it I don’t think I’m ever coming back out.
Luke lied, obviously. He has way more bottles of Jack Daniel’s than he said he did. We’re on the third one, and the guys have to shout over the music when they talk to me because the ringing in my ears has become too intense.
Jake shouts something, stealing my attention from staring into nothingness. Luke and he are playing ping pong without the table, throwing themselves everywhere to not be the first one to drop the ball.
“Rose,” Luke calls. “I’ve got a song for you. Put it on.”
My phone is the one connected to the speaker, so I fish it out from in between the sofa cushions.
“What is it?” I slur as I unlock my screen.
