~ SAM’S POV ~
I forced myself into the kitchen, singing happily inside that it was Friday already. I saw Megan hadn’t put the coffee on so I took it upon myself to do it, and then heading to my room to get dressed for school.
Megan had opened up to me Wednesday and I had been shocked, really shocked, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. It was weird, how comfortable we were with each other to be able to open up without regret. It was nice knowing that she felt semi-comfortable with me to tell me about her financial situation too, and now I suddenly felt compelled to help her.
But what could I do? It wasn’t like my couple hundreds made from selling for Ross would do her any good against twenty-grand. It wouldn’t even make a dent, and would probably confuse Megan which would lead to questions, questions I didn’t want to answer.
So that was out of the question.
Finishing up in the bathroom I gathered my things and headed back into the kitchen, seeing Megan sitting at the counter with her mug. She looked transfixed, which mad me a little nervous because I had no idea what could be wrong.
I walked up to her slowly, eyeing her, “You ok?”
She nodded, “Nikki wants to meet for drinks around five today.”
I felt something in me twitch, which made me wonder why on earth I took such great offense to this. I mean sure, I didn’t like Nikki very much because of how she made Megan, but that really wasn’t any of my business…
But I couldn’t help but care.
I sipped my coffee, “So what are you gonna do?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t think it’s a good idea meeting up with her, honestly.”
I contemplated internally, wondering how exactly I felt about Megan meeting up with her heartless ex-girlfriend. There were plenty of cons, more than enough to convince me to try and persuade her not to meet up with her, but it could also help Megan significantly. She could finally get closure from Nikki and finally cut her out of her life, which seemed to be the only pro.
Then before I could think, I spoke, “I think you should. Set her straight and let her off easy, get your closure once and for all.”
She looked at me, not understanding where my response had come from. I honestly didn’t know where it came from either, because I realized I kind of didn’t want Megan to see Nikki.
She responded, “So we should meet is what you’re saying?”
I nodded, playing off my response, “Yes.”
She sighed, leaning forward and sipping her coffee nervously, “You think Jinx is a good spot?”
I nodded once more, “Sure, at five they’re not too busy, and you’ll have privacy to talk about… whatever.”
“So I’m really doing this, I’m really cutting her off.”
“If that’s what you want.”
She glanced up at me, shaking her head, “I’m not sure what I want Sam.”
For some reason her response sounded confused and torn, as though she was contemplating what exactly she was going to do. She looked sad, which was most likely from the events that were going to unfold, but she also looked confused.
Why was she confused?
Then she stood, indicating it was time for us to finish this Friday and finally head to school.
~ ~ ~ ~
“So have you finally seduced Megan with a bottle of wine and your good looks into your room yet?”
I rolled my eyes, “Blair, you’re relentless.”
She sighed, “I’m just curious as to how the whole situation is going. I mean she’s living with you alone for Christ’s sake!”
I shook my head, “No, I haven’t done anything and I’m not going to. Get that through your thick skull.”
She groaned, “Ugh, and you call yourself a lesbian.”
I desperately wanted to change the subject, and I knew the one thing I needed to talk about but hadn’t yet with Blair. I looked at her, “I think Emma is starting to like me.”
Blair didn’t seem phased, “She probably is. You took her lesbian virginity, and come on Sam, you’re kind of hard not to fall for.”
I smirked to myself, knowing that this was more serious than she was making it out to be. I continued, “But she knows better, she knows me and how I am. What am I supposed to do?”
“Do what you always do?”
I looked at her, confused, “What’s that?”
Blair rolled her eyes, “Cut her off, duh.”
I don’t know why, but the thought of cutting Emma off saddened me, as if that was the last thing I wanted. We were good friends, and we got along well, cutting her off would ruin a lot. It would also make assisting the team very awkward, since she was literally on the team.
I scratched the back of my head, “I don’t think that’s what I should do.”
“I told you getting involved with her was a bad idea,” she paused, jotting in her science notebook, “She’s done made things awkward now.”
“I don’t need I told you so’s right now, ok?”
Blair eyed me, “Oh my God… you kind of like her don’t you?”
I furrowed my brow, “What?”
“You like Emma.”
I laughed, “No, I don’t.”
“Yes you do.”
I growled, “I like her as a friend, and I like her as a fuck buddy, and I like her taste in music, and her hair…,” I realized what I was doing and my eyes widened in horror.
I did like Emma.
I exhaled a breath at the realization, finally understanding why I had been against cutting her off. I liked her, a little more than I should, but what exactly did that mean for our relationship? She liked me and I think I liked her, did that mean…
No. No relationships. We had agreed to that the first time we had sex.
Blair giggled next to me, “You’re so fucked.”
I felt a weird feeling in my heart, realizing Blair was right, I was fucked.
What should I do? Talk to Emma about it? Oh no, that’s what couples do. No I couldn’t tell her that… besides, feelings for old quick, maybe it was just because we had really awesome sex. Sex can be a big pull for emotional attachment, and maybe it would wear off with time and distance.
But Emma was too hot to resist, especially when she secluded me and started turning me on…
Fuck. Me.
The bell rang, dismissing us as I walked out of the class absentmindedly. Blair patted my back, “Looks like you have some sorting out to do, honey.”
I looked at her, “What do you mean?”
“With Megan and Emma. You can have both right now, but in the end, only one will be the right choice.”
I rolled my eyes, “Who are you? Buddha? And what is this nonsense with Megan?”
“I just call them like I see them.”
Megan suddenly came into view, allowing me to realize what Blair was talking about. The way we looked at each other, how we eyed every inch and tensed when we were together. The way we shifted into a different mode around each other…
Maybe there was a lot more tension than I realized, and something like that couldn’t get past Blair.
She spoke, “Have fun with all your screwed up feelings, Romeo.”
Then she was gone and I was left alone with Megan in my glare, feeling the familiar pull I had gravitating me towards her.
She sighed, “Sam, stay after class for a bit, we need to talk.”
I swallowed, already knowing this was about Nikki, and how she probably needed my help figuring out what to do.
Great.
~ ~ ~ ~
Soon I was standing at Megan’s door, curious as to why she had needed me to stay after class on a Friday when there was no softball practice.
I questioned, “How long is this going to take?”
She sighed, sitting at her desk looking like a complete wreck, “I need your advice.”
I smiled, walking up to her slowly, “I thought you’d rather take advice from a monkey?”
“That’s my second option.”
“What’s wrong?”
She tapped her fingers on the desk nervously, “Sam, what should I do if she starts trying to… you know…”
“Hook up with you for old time’s sake?”
She closed her eyes, exhaling, “Yes, that.”
I shrugged, sitting on her desk, “You should turn her down? Or tell her you’re with someone else, if she really is that jealous.”
She nodded, “Only problem is, there is no one else.”
“Look, I’m just trying to help.”
She shook her head, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous…”
I forced a smirk, wishing silently she hadn’t said that, “Maybe because you still have feelings for her. You’re supposed to be meeting up for closure, right?”
She nodded silently.
I continued, “Then do that. You know how she is, Megan.”
Megan seemed to relax a little at my encouragement and she nodded, “You’re right. Thank you, I don’t know why but I feel a lot better talking to you about it.”
I touched my chest in sarcasm, “You’re welcome then.”
She eyed me, smiling, “So what are you doing tonight?”
I shrugged, “Dunno yet, but I’m sure me Blair will fund something illegal to do.”
“Please don’t get arrested Sam.”
I picked up my booksack, getting ready to leave her as I mumbled a goodbye.
“I’ll try my best.”
Then I walked out, leaving Megan’s eyes on my back as I disappeared into the hallway. I was grateful for no softball practice, and suddenly I had felt compelled to head over to Jinx’s around the five o’clock hour. It wasn’t that I was going spy on Nikki and Megan but… ok yes, I was going spy. Sue me.
I walked out into the parking lot, feeling the autumn atmosphere wrap around me. It felt good outside, not too hot and not too cold… just right.
That was until I heard someone behind me, “There’s my favorite lesbian!”
I closed my eyes, feeling my heart beat sped up in my chest as I tried to sort out these confusing feelings. I turned, seeing Emma walking up to me, looking smoking hot, just like always. I smiled hard involuntarily, not understanding why all of a sudden I wanted to be alone with her.
I responded, “I’m your favorite?”
She stopped in front of me, her face inches from mine as I felt her heat confront me. She looked awfully sexy with her long light brown hair streaming down her back, and her lips…
Get it together Sam, remember what Blair told you…
Emma touched my hip, “Maybe my second favorite… I am a big fan of Ellen.”
I smiled, “Another thing we have in common.”
She laughed, “We should just be soul mates and call it a day.” Her hand stayed on my hip, and for some reason it made me grow just a bit more nervous. She seemed to have something on her mind too, but before I could question she spoke, “Are you ok?”
The question caught me off guard, and I looked at her, “Yea? Why?”
She shrugged, backing away from me, “I don’t know, ever since Monday you’ve been kind of… distant from me? I know what I said was weird, and I’m not sure why I said it… I just wanted to apologize if I freaked you out…”
I couldn’t help but smile at her rambling, which was very cute at the moment, but I recalled the memory all too well. It had seemed like Emma was interested in me, a lot more than what we had agreed on, and the talk with Blair this morning kind of freaked me out even more.
I just didn’t know how to talk to her about it.
I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve just been busy. I’m sorry if I made you think I was upset with you.”
She smiled, seeming relieved I had apologized too, “Good, because I was thinking we could go somewhere private.” She stepped closer to me, tugging on the collar of my jacket, bringing me close enough to feel her chest on mine.
I tilted my head, “Are you trying to molest me?”
She laughed the cutest laugh I had ever heard, and then leaning up and kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It was weird, how she knew all the spots that made me weak and tremble… but I liked it.
She nodded, “Of course I am. You’re just too sexy to resist.”
And at the moment she was too.
I grabbed her, “Let’s go back to my place.”
~ ~ ~ ~
“God Sam that was fucking amazing…”
I turned over in my bed, coming face to face with a naked Emma, who was still panting from a major release. I crawled on top of her, straddling her bare waist as I felt my skin press against hers, “I know I am.”
I leaned down, kissing her neck and tasting a hint of sweat, knowing we had gone at it for at least an hour and a half this time. Emma had some serious sexual tension built up, and she was finally giving me a break.
But fuck was it worth it.
I continued to kiss her, wondering why I loved tasting her so much and why I couldn’t seem to stop. I felt her two hands on my chest, pushing me up, “I can’t go anymore, I’m exhausted.”
I sighed in relief, “Thank God, you have way too much stamina for me to keep up.”
I rolled off of her, feeling Emma turn on her side and look at me, “You should work out with me and some of the softball girls. You would like it.”
I smirked, “That’s okay, I’d rather work out alone.”
She shoved me, “So anti-social.”
I felt my phone buzzing on my nightstand then, rolling over Emma and reading a text from Blair, What are we doing tonight?
I responded, Not sure, I’ll come by and pick you up in about twenty.
I realized Emma was already getting out of my bed and slipping her clothes back on, allowing me to watch her dress. She spoke, “I should get going, there’s gonna be a party tonight for the softball team.”
I remained lying in my bed, watching her, “This was fun.”
Emma slipped on her jeans, grabbing her phone and keys in a hurry, “Yea, it was alright.”
I smirked, “That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.”
She looked at me and I saw something hidden deep within her eyes, something she was trying hard for me not to see. There was something wrong, I just had no idea what it was, but something in me knew it.
She nodded, “I’ll see you Monday?”
I leaned up, feeling bad for some reason, “Do you want me to walk you out?”
She smiled slightly, but I couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, “In your birthday suit?”
I smiled, “I don’t have any shame.”
She stepped closer to me, looking down as she continued to battle with something inside of her. Her hand shoved my chest slightly, sending me back onto my back while looking up at her.
She shook her head, “See you later, Sam.”
Then she was gone.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Can you explain to me why we’re at Jinx at five o’clock on a Friday night?”
I sipped on my beer as I stayed low in the corner of the bar, secluded from the entrance but good enough to where I could see anyone that walked in. I looked at Blair, “I told you, because we’re spying on Megan.”
“You’re really getting obsessed.”
“I’m not obsessed.”
“You’re waiting for her to walk in the door and have her meeting with Nikki, psycho.”
I gave Blair a grim look, “Shut up will you? This is a big deal for Megan and I want to see how it goes.”
“Stalker.”
I shoved her, nearly sending her toppling off of her barstool as I saw Megan walk through the door, looking around and realizing Nikki wasn’t here yet. I hid my face, turning away from her slightly as I watched her sit in a nearby booth and order a drink.
She looked nervous, but she looked amazing at the same time, and I was praying silently that Nikki didn’t stand her up. The last thing I wanted was for Megan to stay gloomy over this selfish bitch, who didn’t deserve someone like Megan.
Oh God, what was wrong with me?
Blair spoke, “She’s here?”
“Nikki’s not, but Megan is.”
“This should be real interesting.” She turned, facing the same way as me, “Think Nikki will show?”
I shrugged, “No idea.”
“What’s she look like?”
I continued, “Blonde hair, light eyes, smoking body, long legs… that’s about all I can give you.”
“Victoria Secret model? You should ask Megan if she and Nikki met at a modeling casting call, since they’re pretty much both perfect.”
I hushed Blair, “They’re not models.”
“Fooled me.”
Then suddenly I saw a tall blonde walk through the door, recognizing her immediately. The only thing I didn’t recognize was the girl standing next to Nikki, who seemed to be the third-wheel in this situation.
Oh no, Nikki brought her new girl and was going to rub it in Megan’s poor, beautiful face.
“Who’s the other chick?”
I stood immediately, feeling instinct take control, “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?!”
I let Blair fade into the distance as I hurried towards Megan before Nikki could find her, and when Megan’s eyes hit me you could swear she had seen a ghost. Was I really doing this? Oh God she was going to kill me.
She spoke harshly, “Sam what the hell are you doing here?!”
I pushed her over in the booth, sitting right next to her as I whispered, “I’m your girlfriend now, just shut up and go with it.”
“What?!”
“Megan?” I heard an unfamiliar voice say next to me, but I knew it was Nikki.
Megan’s eyes widened as she took in her ex-lover, and Nikki’s mysterious friend that she hadn’t been aware of. It didn’t take long for Megan to realize what was going on, but I was praying she wouldn’t let Nikki get away with this.
I wanted to help her piss Nikki off, and this was the way to do it.
Nikki joined us in the booth, along with her friend, making it look almost like a double date.
Megan spoke, “Hey, you brought a friend.”
Nikki eyed me, and then looked at Megan, “So did you.”
I could feel Megan’s heartbeat, that’s how obvious her nervousness was, and it made me sick. Why was she always so nervous around this chick? I mean sure, she had a nice rack, and her lips looked amazing in that red lipstick… but what was the big deal?
She nodded towards me, “Girlfriend?”
I stuck out my hand while awkwardly placing my other on Megan’s hand, desperately trying to follow through as her fake girlfriend. I smiled fakely, “Sam.”
She nodded, “Nikki,” and then she pointed to her friend, “This is Brittany.”
I leaned back in the seat again, feeling Megan’s tension wrap around me. She was really nervous, but I was here to save the day. I wasn’t letting Nikki get the last laugh in this meeting, or whatever it was.
Megan spoke, “So how have you been?”
Nikki looked at me once more and then back at Megan, “Same ole, working my ass off. You?”
Megan continued to keep her guard up, and for some reason she seemed to choke up. Was she really that nervous around Nikki?
I chimed in, “She got a position as a history teacher at the high school.”
Nikki’s haunting eyes switched to me, “Sam, is that short for something?”
I nodded, “Samantha.”
She continued, “Beautiful name. So where did you two meet?”
The hand that remained clutched in Megan’s delivered a sharp pain as Megan squeezed it tightly. I flinched, and I stuttered, “Uh, well, here, actually. We met here at this very bar.”
Oh God Sam, how original.
Nikki stared at me, waiting for me to continue.
I glanced at Megan who seemed to be petrified and completely useless in this situation. I continued, “Um it was a couple of months ago when she walked through those doors. She was a new face, someone I hadn’t seen come in before.”
Nikki seemed quite interested, “So you work here?”
I what? Work? Did she ask me if I worked here?
Megan chimed in at my absence, “Yes, she bartends.”
I glanced at Megan, silently wondering why she had chosen this particular time to come into the conversation. I knew this lie was only going to get bigger, I was just praying Nikki wasn’t as psycho as I made her out to be.
Nikki nodded, seeming to be slightly disappointed in Megan’s choice of a new girlfriend. I felt myself grow hot at the thought of Nikki looking down at Megan, because to me Nikki was the bigger cunt in this relationship.
But before I could think I spoke out, wanting to impress Nikki for Megan, “Yea, me and the other boss share ownership. Kind of like a fifty-fifty split.”
This got Nikki’s attention, which seemed to be solely on Megan’s breasts, which annoyed me. I mean seriously? Couldn’t you manage a little control in front of your ex and your new girlfriend?
Slut.
“So you’re an owner?”
I nodded, “Of course I am.”
Nikki tilted her head, “You look a little young to be a partial owner of a very nice bar like this.”
I smirked, realizing Nikki felt threatened, which was exactly what I wanted. I then wrapped my arm around Megan’s torso, allowing Nikki’s jealous eyes to take in the scene. I continued, “I’m twenty-two, and daddy’s money can go a long way.”
She studied us, as if she was having a hard time believing we were actually together. We had had a rough start but I knew I could convince her, and I knew I could get Nikki’s jealousy to an all-time high.
And suddenly I realized I was very close and almost touching Megan’s boobs, which were very hard to stop glancing at.
Oh God help me.
Nikki sipped on her drink, “Well, I must say you two look really good together. Megan always had a weak spot for blondes.”
What was I supposed to say to that? Oh God I needed help. I had no idea how to act like a girlfriend, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. I needed to convince Nikki we were in love, and that Megan wasn’t falling for her evil seductive trap anymore.
I pulled Megan closer, smirking, “Oh trust me, I know. I know all of her weak spots.”
This response got under Nikki’s skin, along with Megan’s as I felt her nails digging deep into my hand that was resting in her lap. I bit my lip, trying my best not to scream out in agony.
But Nikki’s priceless face was so worth it.
Megan continued the conversation, showing absolutely no pity when it came to my arm’s well-being. “So Brittany, how do you know Nikki?”
It was the first time Brittany had been brought into the conversation, and she smiled shyly, “Um we work together, I’m kind of her help, which is why I came with her on this trip.”
Megan nodded in response and for some reason I was too distracted by the contact with Megan to even care about anything else. Here I was, touching Megan, my history teacher, in a very intimate way in front of her jealous ex-girlfriend who seemed to be giving me death glares.
“So how long have you and Nikki been seeing each other?”
I glanced up, seeing a very appalled looking Nikki and a shocked Brittany, which was always a very bad sign. Brittany shook her head, “We’re um, we’re not together Megan.”
Nikki looked at Megan, shaking her head, “Yea, Brittany’s my cousin.”
Her what? Did Nikki just say cousin? She was fucking family?! All of this lying and shit was for nothing?!
Megan was going to kill me.
Megan played it off, “Oh, my mistake, I just assumed otherwise.”
I stood, attempting to dismiss myself, “I um, I have to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”
Megan’s furious eyes watched me disappear into the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror, gripping the sink. What had I done? I had pretended to be Megan’s fake girlfriend in front of Nikki only to have the plan completely back-fire. See, this is why I didn’t help people, because when I did it always ended up bad.
I was so fucked.
Then to my surprise Nikki had joined me in the bathroom, and I pretended to wash my hands.
She walked up behind me and I watched her through the mirror, then she spoke, “You know, you’re quite the catch. Megan picked a really good one to get over me.”
I turned, coming face to face with Nikki, trying my best not to get caught up in all of her sexiness. I smirked, “Yea, we both know she has a history of dating narcissistic bitches.”
Nikki brought her hand up to me, grabbing my hip as she spoke, “I really like you. I find that we have a lot in common.”
I clenched my jaw, shoving Nikki off of me, “The only thing we have in common is Megan, who by the way needs you to grow some balls and apologize to her. You dumped her, and you owe her at least that much.”
She rolled her eyes, “Oh please, like I’d give you the satisfaction. She still cares about me, and I’m gonna let that eat you and her up until I get tired of it.”
I was hot with rage at her response, realizing I was dealing with a very mean and very selfish person that even scared me. How could Megan love someone as fucked up as Nikki?
I needed to get under her skin one last time.
I stepped closer to her, attempting my best poker face as I delivered one last remark that would leave Nikki with a lot of rage built up inside.
“Have it your way then, just remember, I’m the one fucking her. Not you. Goodbye Nikki.”
And I left her there in the bathroom as I walked out back into the bar, feeling very angry but very confused as to how this whole situation had spiraled out of control.
How was I going to get myself out of this one?