Confession

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Chapter Sixteen: Confession

I pulled into the parking lot Monday morning. I parked next to Connie's bug, and saw that her and Jake were making out in the front seat. I trapped on the window; it surprised them and they ended up hitting there teeth together. I laughed a little and walked over to lean on my hood waiting for them to get out. Jake was sick Thursday and Friday so he didn't see my new car until now.

"Damn, where'd this come from?" he asked climbing out of the passenger's seat.

"Mr. Martin gave it to me," I said. "He bought it for his niece, but she didn't want to learn how to drive a stick shift so he gave it to me for my birthday."

"Oh, happy belated birthday," he said.

"Thanks," I said. "Oh my gosh, I have a major problem."

"What?" Connie asked.

"Luke kissed me," I said.

"This is my cue to leave," Jake said grabbing his bag. "See you girls at lunch."

"So?" Connie asked prying for more details.

"He's a good kisser, but there wasn't anything there," I said. "No sparks. Zilch!"

"Kat baby that sucks," she said.

"It's not the worst part," I said. "I started thinking about Ricky in the middle of the kiss. Speaking of Ricky, he showed up at my apartment Sunday morning to give me some stuff. With my luck, Luke came walking out my room in nothing but a pair of jeans. I had to be wearing one of my boy shirts so Ricky thought it was Luke's, and now Ricky probably thinks I'm a slut."

"Okay, your life really does suck," she said giving me a hug. "Wait, did he show up after or before you kissed Luke? Hold that, when did Luke come over?"

"He came around at one or three in the morning," I said. "Ricky showed up before he kissed me. I thought of Ricky and that allowed me to kiss Luke back to see if I could get any spark out of it."

"And?"

"Still nothing," I said. "I would be set if Luke's kisses were like Ricky's."

"What are Ricky's like?"

"A wildfire," I said remembering my birthday kiss I got from him once again. I reached up touching my lips with my fingers

"Just talk to him," she said. "Tell Ricky what really happen and hope that he believes you."

"No," I said. "Why should I have to explain myself to him? If he wants to think that I would actually sleep with someone a couple days after I broke up with him then fine. Let him think whatever he wants."

"I think you need to go talk to the shrink," she said. "Not Mr. Martin. Go talk to the counselor in the office."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Ms. Grisham is young and just got out of college so she will know what to do," she said.

"How do you know the counselor?" I asked.

"She went on a date with my dad Saturday," she said. "Sunday, my dad gave me a full debriefing and asked for my blessing to see her again. She's coming over tonight for dinner. My dad's going to try impress her with his cooking skills."

"I remember when I went over to your house third grade," I said, "and ate with your family. Your dad's really good at cooking. Maybe a little too good."

"Ha," Connie said. "I know right."

"I think I go by her office during my free period," I said.

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