My Boyfriend's Girlfriend

twelve

"I'm so sorry, Rhys. I never knew that." I said, and my jaw dropped as I thought about what he said, and the realization hit me. "Oh my god, was Danny the reason you guys broke up?"

Rhys chuckled uncomfortably, and pulled his arm from mine. He shook his head, "He may be homophobic, but he isn't the devil." He admitted softly. "It just wasn't working between us anymore. With Stevie at college, we didn't have the time for each other. Which sucks, but it's life." He said simply, which eased my worry. "I've forgiven Danny, even though we aren't nearly as close as we used to be."

"That's just so crazy." The wind picked up, and I pulled my jacket tighter together to keep the chill from my thin sweater.

"I guess that's why I felt so obligated to introduce you and Tessa." My eyes fell to my shoes then, at the mention of her name. I hadn't blushed the whole time I'd told Rhys about what happened, and I didn't need to start now. I stood up abruptly and pulled my keys out of my jacket pocket.

"I should probably head home, my mom is going to throw a fit if I'm any bit later." I said, and Rhys stood up beside me. He was a good foot taller than I was, which was always intimidating. It was nice to talk to him without Danny present, he wasn't anything like I'd imagined he would be. "I have one question, though."

"I might have an answer." He said, with his back to me as he grabbed his backpack.

"I heard Danny talking about something earlier, about how good someone was in bed." I started, and bit my lip, contemplating how to ask my question.

Rhys slung his bag over his shoulder and turned around to face me. "And it wasn't you." He assumed. I nodded my head.

"It wasn't me. I just...have you talked to Tessa? Do you know if it was her, or if there's someone else?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know the answer to that one. You'll have to talk to her, Abs." He said, and put a hand on my shoulder. He gave me a supportive smile. "But, something tells me it isn't her."

"Okay, yeah. I'll talk to her."

*

I'm here, where are you?

I put my phone in my back pocket after sending a text to Tessa. I parked my car and turned off the engine. My eyes scanned Barton Valley's parking lot, hoping I wouldn't see any BMHS student, or any Valley cheerleader.

I'd driven here directly after class so I could meet up with Tessa, before I had to go back to my school for the bus call at five. We always rode together, even if it was just to Valley, for the team bonding experience. Our coaches loved any excuse to keep an eye on us before and after games.

Not seeing anyone around, I got out of my car and decided to head toward the school. I wasn't sure where Tessa had wanted to meet, as she'd been so elusive when texting. If I was completely honest, she was one of the last people I had any desire to see. I was still trying to piece together whatever the hell had happened Sunday, while still trying to put on a brave face.

"What do you think?" My eyes fluttered over to the side of the grassy curb, where Tessa was standing, dressed head to toe in royal blue and white. Barton Memorial's colors. She had a glittery blue #7 on her cheek, for Danny.

"What are you wearing?" I laughed. She beamed brightly, and her smile was truly infectious.

"Oh, this old thing? Just something to get Danny excited to see me." She grinned wickedly, and walked towards me.

"You're going to a football game." I said, raising my brow as I looked her up and down. She looked completely out of place, but still effortlessly hot. It was totally unfair how someone could look good in the worst team colors imaginable. Royal blue had to be my least favorite color, but on her, it worked.

"Of course I'm going to a football game." Tessa stopped right in front of me. I took a small step back, not wanting to get too close to her.

"I'm not going to kiss you, if that's what you're so worried about." My cheeks went red, and my eyes widened in surprise. I looked around to make sure no one was watching us, or could hear our conversation.

"I wasn't thinking about that." I said shyly.

"Don't worry, it was a one-time thing. I'm not into you or anything." Tessa said nonchalantly, and shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway, is the number too much?" I watched her as she pointed to her cheek, already onto the next subject. I let out the breath I'd been holding in, seeing as how it wasn't such a big deal to her. It comforted me, knowing that it wasn't the main focus of our conversation, but it also stressed me out that I'd obviously been more worried about it than she had. Did she kiss other girls often? Was it a regular thing for her, or did she just get carried away? I tried to clear my mind as she talked.

"I don't think it's too much." I said quietly, and she gave me a funny look.

"You're thinking about it." She said knowingly. I shook my head, trying to play it cool. "I was caught up in the moment, it didn't mean anything. I promise, it will never happen again." She stuck her pinky out towards me. I studied her face as she waited for me to pinky swear. I nodded my head softly and linked our fingers.

"Okay, as long as you swear." I said, and released her grip.

"I solemnly swear that I will never kiss you again." She giggled at her own Harry Potter reference, and kicked at the gravel under her feet. "Let's get back to business, shall we?" She took my hand and pulled me toward the grass where she'd been standing. Her stuff was laying in the grass, in an unorganized pile.

"I want to catch Danny completely off guard tonight. I want it to look like you see me cheering for him, and get pissed." Tessa rummaged through her bag, and pulled out her phone. "Text me where the student section is, and I'll be there by the start of the game."

"It's called kick-off." I giggled at her choice of words, and she threw up her hands in defense.

"I never claimed to know anything about football." She laughed. "Basketball is my favorite."

It felt normal to be back in action with Tessa, I hated not having someone in my corner. Someone who understood what I was feeling, and why.

"I have to ask you something." I blurted out.

"Okay?" She looked at my quizzically, and I folded my arms across my chest as the autumn breeze picked up.

"I heard Danny talking about someone yesterday, someone he slept with." I started. "He said they were better in bed than I was. Have you...you know, have you slept with him recently?" I barely managed to get the question out.

"No." She schooled her head softly. "I promise you, I haven't slept with him in weeks. And, to be completely honest with you, I've only slept with him once."

I let out a relieved sigh, and tucked a strand of my long bangs behind my ear. "Really?"

Tessa sighed, and I watched her as she played with the ends of one of her braids. "Yeah, really. He was my first." She admitted.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and threatened to find their way down my cheeks. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her. I knew we looked like a motley crew, me in my maroon sweats and t-shirt, and her in the team colors, but I needed this.

"I'm sorry." I said into her hair. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." She said, and pulled back from me. "I've forgiven myself for letting him lie to me." She smoothed her braid down, making sure I hadn't messed up any free-falling curls. "And now, we're getting even."

I swiped at my under eyes, and took a shaky breath to settle myself. I shook out my arms, and nodded briskly.

"Yeah, we're getting even."