Can everyone just stop?! Why is everything so dramatic!!? Joey got in a car crash, Rhea's acting like she's an escaped convict, and Chrissy's acting suspicious too! What the heck is going on with everyone?!
It's lunch, maybe I can figure something out.
I slump into a seat next to Rhea, and she shoots me a look that tells me she doesn't want me around. Well, you know what? I'm in a bad mood, so she can deal.
"What's up?" I ask as casually as I can manage as I pull a sandwich out of my bag.
She looks away. "Nothing much."
She looks distracted. Probably thinking about Joey. I have an idea of what's going on, but I'm much too subtle to actually come out and ask it.
"So you had sex with Joey last night?"
I'm stuck between wanting to slam my hand over my mouth, and laugh at how bluntly I put that.
"What the---no! Well, yes---but---don't tell anyone!"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry."
"He's in the hospital and---"
Chrissy suddenly drops down next to me. "Hey guys!" she says, obviously forcing a happy tone.
Oh crap. She's mad at me because I'm sitting with Rhea. Great. Not in the mood to deal with jealousy, honestly. "Hey," I mutter, leaning over and kissing her lightly on her cheek.
Chrissy smiles. "So---"
Rhea cuts in. "Tom, I have to talk to you about something."
I look back and forth between both of them. "Okay, umm...what?"
Rhea looks at Chrissy.
You have got to be kidding me. Now Rhea's looking at me as if she expects me to tell my own girlfriend to get lost so I can talk to her. Right, Rhea. Not going to happen. If you want her gone, then you can tell her to leave. I'm not saying a word. That's kind of what I'm saying with the look I'm giving her.
Rhea frowns. "Chrissy, can I---"
"Sure, sure," Chrissy hisses. She stands and marches away.
I wish that I was in a good enough mood to yell, "I love you!" after her...but...I don't have the strength.
"Look," Rhea says quietly. "You're a good friend of mine, right?"
I stare at her. "Yeah, Rhea, of course I am."
"And you love me, right?"
I blink. "Yeah, of course."
"Well, you know, not like that, but---"
"I know what you mean, Rhea. Go on."
She stares at me blankly for a second. "I can't talk to you. Not here."
"Then where?" Urgency starts to build up inside me. Now I actually want to know what's going on.
She grabs my arm and holds it tightly. "Come here." She stands and pulls me across the cafe.
I look around to make sure that Chrissy isn't staring at me with her hands on her hips. No matter what Chrissy says, she's still upset about that kissing thing with Rhea. I tried to explain the situation to her, and even though she gets it, she's still upset about it. I even lied and said that Rhea was a terrible kisser---and yeah, that's a lie. Actually, I don't want to think about that. Moving on.
So now Rhea's dragging me down the hallway, leading me who knows where, and I'm just trying to make sure that no friend of Chrissy's is seeing this. They would probably think that Rhea's dragging me off to the bathroom for a make-out session.
Oh crap. She's pulling me into the janitor's closet. This would not look good to anyone. I'm even a little worried.
"I'm sorry to pull you in here," she says quietly.
I never realized the janitor's closet was so narrow. Our bodies are practically pressed against each other---no---they are pressed against each other. Her breasts are shoved against my chest, and our faces are so close I can feel her breathing.
In other words, this is awkward.
"Yeah, it's fine," I say, half-smiling. "So what is it you want to tell me?"
"You were right about Joey and me. We...did that. And...it was...I don't know. I feel like it's my fault that he got in that car wreck, and I need to go see him. I mean---I can't---but I have to."
I nod slowly. "I get it."
"But...the hospital is like 45 minutes away---"
"More around an hour and a half."
"I know! And that's such a long way. I guess I was wondering if I could borrow your car."
"Nope," I say with a shrug.
She stares blankly at me.
I smile. "I'm going to drive you."
"Really?!" she squeals.
"Hush, hush," I whisper quickly, looking at the door. "We don't want to get suspended."
She laughs quietly, as do I. Silence suddenly falls on the room, and we're left staring at each other. "You really are a great friend, Tom," she mumbles, smiling.
I stare into her eyes, and she stares back at me. It's quiet and dark here in this closet.
"Thank you for always being there for me," she whispers, leaning towards me.
I half-smile. "No need to thank me, princess." I'm not sure where the princess part came from. I guess I've always wanted to give her that nickname, but always stopped myself from saying it, because I'm sure Chrissy wouldn't like it.
"I know there's no need," she says breathlessly. "Regardless."
She leans forward a little more, and her lips touch mine. It isn't quite a kiss, but, then again, maybe we both take it as one. For some reason, instead of feeling awkward or wanting to find a way out, I return it. I push my lips against hers and...we're kissing.
Next thing I know, we're not only kissing. Our hands are exploring each other. My lips make their way down her neck and to her breasts.
And...I wish I could say that I don't like it. That all I can think about is Chrissy giving me a disappointed look, and that my conscious is telling me to stop.
But it isn't. And I don't want to stop.
So I continue to kiss her face. And her body.