Текст книги "A Real Disaster"

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Chapter Three

By the time Sabrina and I got back to the dorm rooms I was exhausted. My head hurt from the scents and sounds of women shopping and gossiping. My arms hurt from changing in and out of clothes at a rapid pace. All in all I felt like I was run over by a Mack truck. Sabrina, on the other hand, was still as bouncy and happy as she was when we entered the store six hours ago. She was like the energizer bunny; she kept going and going and going. I flopped down on my bed, too tired to so much more than lie down. Sabrina flittered around the room putting her clothes away and whistling.

“So how hot is the card for you Sabrina?” I asked with a grin.

Sabrina looked at me and laughed.

“I mean, by the work out that the card got today, I’m surprised that it hasn’t disintegrated yet.”

“Yeah well the card is in very good shape. I make sure of that every month or so. It gets a physical, you know.”

 “Every few months?” I asked, shocked.

Sabrina goes shopping every few months? For what? What could she possibly need that badly to go shopping for? I never shopped unless I really needed something. There were times that I was so stubborn that I didn’t go shopping until I had only one thing left to use.

“How much do you spend then?”

“Just as much as I did today,” she admitted. “Sometimes more.”

More?! She spent nearly two thousand dollars on herself.

“And your father doesn’t notice?” I asked.

“Nope. I told you, my dad goes through money like it’s water. He’ll never miss the money now or any other time.”

“Wow,” I said.

I wasn’t sure if I was in awe or if I was disgusted. I never met anyone who had that much money, let alone able to spend that kind of money without a second thought.

“But it was worth it, don’t you think?” Sabrina asked and I knew that I was supposed to nod my head.

It didn’t matter if I really thought it was a good idea. Sabrina, I learned, liked to know that she was right with whatever she suggested. Underneath the party girl, Sabrina seemed to have  really low self-esteem. During our shopping trip she pulled me over to the side and explained that she had been a good girl. She had been a geek, a nerd. Sabrina ate in the bathroom every day at school just to keep from getting teased and bullied. She was overweight and covered in acne. High school was horrible for Sabrina and she refused to let college be the same thing. So she got skinny, took care of her acne, and became outgoing.

“I guess so. It was fun.”

“Do you like what you got?”

“I love them!” I said and smiled. “Even if I had to shop for deals. Thanks for taking me out.”

“No problem. I needed it as much as you.” Sabrina shrugged. “And now you can get rid of all of your lame clothes. They are disgusting, you know.”

She stuck out her tongue and shuddered.

“I thought that I was going to have to burn them when you were at class one day.”

“Nice, Sabrina. Great way to start the year.”

“Well the clothes are that disgusting!” she exclaimed. “I can’t help that, can I?”

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered.

The two of us looked at each other before my lips curved into a smile.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starved, what do you want, Pizza or Chinese?”

“I can totally go for some sushi,” I told her.

Sabrina rummaged around in her desk drawer, pulling out menu after menu.

“Do you just have menus lying around, waiting?”

“I grabbed the menus to the best fast food places around here when I moved in. We can’t cook here so what the hell else are we supposed to do.”

It made sense.

“Well… Good job. At least one of us thought of this.”

“When your parents are away for most of your life, you kind of learn how to fend for yourself.”

Sabrina lost her smile and I shifted on my bed uncomfortably. An awkward silence filled the room. Sabrina sighed and looked at me.

“Well anyway, it’s whatever. I’m going to go order. You might want to hang up your clothes before they get wrinkled.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Sabrina slipped out of the room, clutching her phone to her hand.

* * *

Dear Mom and Dad,

Hey guys. First I want to say that I miss you… A lot. College is a heck of a lot different than I thought it was going to be. But it’s a not a bad different. It’s actually a pretty great different. The girl that is sharing my dorm with me, Sabrina, is awesome. At first I thought she was a little weird and she thought the same about me. She had these My Little Pony dolls on her dresser, all lined up and staring at me.

Anyway, since I know you’re wondering, I wanted you two to know that I am eating right and taking my vitamins. I’ve been exercising three times a week just like at home. I’m doing everything that I promised you that I would do if you let me live in a dorm.

Anyway, I better get going. I have a lot of books to pick up and things to organize. Classes are going to start soon and I don’t want to be ill prepared. As usual I’ll give you a call on Sunday night.

I love the two of you and I can’t wait to see you over break. Say hi to everyone over there for me.

XOXOX

Lily

Who uses email anymore?

I do.

I closed the computer and put it on the desk. It was nearly ten and I was exhausted. At least I knew that this time I was exhausted for a reason. Sabrina was off somewhere with Elizabeth, doing whatever those two did. She left shortly after we ate and she wore one of the many different outfits she bought that day. They didn’t invite me on their little outing and I was okay with that. I had enough of the Bobbsey twins for the next couple of days.

I lay down on the bed and curled up on my side. My eyes were heavy and I felt each muscle of my body relaxing. For once I didn’t chastise myself for the time as I closed my eyes and let my body fall into a deep, deep sleep.

* * *

What was I thinking?

 I looked through my closet the next day. It held a rainbow of clothing, and more short skirts than I ever thought. How could I ever let Sabrina persuade me to buy all of these things?

“Don’t you dare over think this,” Sabrina said.

I jumped at the sound of her voice. I turned to see my roommate lying in bed, blankets wrapped around her body like some kind of cocoon. Her eyes were closed but there was a smile on her face.

“We had fun yesterday. You had fun yesterday so don’t you dare deny it. The clothes look kick ass on you. Just try it out, okay?”

“You sound like I actually have a choice,” I said.

“Even if you did have a choice, we both know what choice you would make.”

I closed my closet doors and went back to the bed.

“How was your night?” I asked Sabrina when she finally opened her eyes. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s because I’m like a ninja,” she joked. “I can get in and out of places without making a peep.”

“Are you going to actually get up? We have things to do! The weekend is only two days away.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Sabrina shifted but she made no move to remove the covers.

“Give me five more minutes.”

“Sure, whatever,” I said.

Sabrina turned over and dug her head underneath her pillow. Rolling my eyes, I left the dorm room and shuffled down the hallway. The hallway was quiet and my footsteps echoed against the wooden floor. Everyone was nursing some kind of hangover or bad decision made. Boys were tangled around some girls while others slowly moved around.

Ah the life of the college student.

“Well hello there sunshine!” I heard someone call down the hall.

My head whipped up and I spied Turner on the other side of the hallway. When he saw me looking at him he waved his hands.

“Hey,” I said and quickly walked down the hall.

I didn’t want Turner to continue to yell and wake up the rest of the dorm. When I approached him, Turner pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

 What was he doing? I didn't really mind. I hadn't been hugged by any guy that was not part of my family. This was already new territory for me and it seemed awkward. I could feel the heat radiating off of him and his body felt tense.

God, I was being hugged by a good-looking guy.

“How have you been? Did you decide whether or not you are coming to the concert?” Turner asked.

“I don’t know yet. It seems like fun but it’s right before classes. I’m not sure it’s a great idea.”

“Really? It’s the last hurrah before the nightmare of classes and exams. You have to come. It’s the only way to start the year off right.”

“I’ll think about it. But I’m not going to make any promises. There’s too much going on in my life.”

“Fair enough.”

Turner stepped back and stared at me.

“Do you want to go get some breakfast or something? We can eat some pancakes or something?”

“That sounds like a date and I don’t do dates.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t’ know you…”

“No, you don’t,” Turner admitted. “But how are you supposed to get to know me if you don’t go out with me?”

He was right, of course, but I didn’t let him know it.

I didn’t want him to know it.

“Sorry, Turner, but I can’t. I’m going out with my roommate actually. We have some plans and she’s just getting ready.”

“You’re roommates with Sabrina right?”

I nodded.

“Well then we can go to breakfast and you’ll still be back in time to go out with her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Rumor has it that she takes forever to get ready.”

It was true, Sabrina did take forever. I was running out of reasons to say no.

“Turner, I just can’t, okay?” I said. “I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to!”

I don’t know why the words came out of my mouth and the moment that they were out I wanted to pull them back in. Turner was cute and funny. He had a great personality. So why wasn’t I jumping at the chance to go out with him?

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry Turner.”

Putting my head down, I blindly walked away from him, only slightly aware that he was calling for me to come back. So much for the new me.

* * *

“You actually said that you didn’t want to go out on a date with him?!” Sabrina screeched as we sat at the café across the street from the college.

I winced and covered my ears with my hands. Passerby’s looked at us, frowning, and continued down the street.

“I actually said it,” I told her. “The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them really.”

“But why would you say no?” she asked. “I don’t understand. Turner is hot… Really hot! Plus, he’s a great kisser. You could definitely pick someone worse to be your first boyfriend.”

“You kissed him? And he should be my boyfriend?” I questioned. “Who said anything about a boyfriend? I don’t have time to worry about a boyfriend.”

“We kissed at a party, so what? And you’re pathetic. You’re not in high school anymore, Lily. You can’t hide behind your denim jumpers and converse high tops. If you want things to happen in your life you have to make them happen. There’s no more sitting on the sidelines. It doesn’t work like that.”

I wasn’t sitting on the sidelines…or at least I didn’t think I was. I was shy, what was so wrong with that?

“I can say the same to you. What are you doing except drinking and partying late at night. What do you want to happen in your life as a college student?”

Sabrina shrugged.

“I’m a freshman, I don’t have to figure that stuff out right now. And let’s face it, it doesn’t matter what I do. I’m a trust fund baby and my parents will always be there to pick me up if I screw up.”

“If only the rest of us could be so lucky,” I murmured as I drank my tea.

My mind kept flashing to Turner staring at me, asking me out.

Was I an idiot to say no? What if he really is as great as Sabrina says? Did I screw up my chance? I didn’t want to think like that. Was I supposed to just say yes? I barely knew him. But I could have given him a chance. I could have gone out on one date with him and it wouldn’t have been a big deal.

“Turner works at the bakery two doors down,” Sabrina said with a smirk.

“Yeah, and?”

“Don’t try to tell me that you’re not thinking about him. You think you made a mistake, don’t you?”

“Well…Yeah,” I admitted.

“So go make it better,” she suggested. “Go into the bakery and tell him that you were just shocked at his question. Tell him that you actually do want to go out with him. It’s not that hard.”

Yeah, for her maybe.

“Just walk up to him, all willy nilly?” I asked. “Isn’t that a little… Bold?”

“We’re not in the 1950’s anymore. We don’t have to sit in skirts, clean the kitchen, and then wait for a boy to call us.”

“Are you going to stand up and start charging now or is this the end of your speech?”

“Shut up,” Sabrina hissed. “If you don’t want to ask the boy out then don’t ask him out. But if you don’t, then I don’t want to hear you complain about any of that. Nut up or shut up.”

“Classy, Sabrina.” I stood up anyway and brushed the crumbs off my lap. “I’ll be right back.”

Clenching my hands into fists, I left the table and walked down the block to the bakery that Sabrina pointed out. My heart was racing and I felt like I was going to faint. I was never asked out by a boy, let alone asked one out. I had no idea what the protocol was for this type of thing. I was flying in there, blind.

Bells jingled as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air conditioner cooled off the shop and I found myself wrapping my arms around my body to keep warm. Turner was behind the counter, talking animatedly to an older woman. As he talked, she smiled and patted his arm. The hat she wore flopped over one eye and every few minutes he would push it back with his free hand. Finally Turner rang the woman up for her order and waved goodbye. I stepped to the side, letting her walk out of the bakery.

“Hey,” Turner said.

“Hey yourself,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“How did you find out that I worked here?”

“I have my ways…” I said, smiling.

“So Sabrina told you?” Turner asked with a knowing grin.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “We’re having some coffee down the block and I thought that I would come and say hey.”

“Oh?” Turner said. “That’s the only reason why you’re here?”

My heart stopped. He was trying to flirt with me again and, again, I was struck dumb.

“Well maybe not the only reason,” I said when I finally found my voice again.

“So why are you here?” Turner asked one more time.

I stared at him, losing myself in his dream like eyes, as I desperately hoped that a customer would walk in. No such luck. It was just Turner and me, alone. My knees tremored and I sat down in the nearest chair.

“Look I don’t do this type of thing,” I admitted, looking at the ground. “I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“Uh, okay.”

Turner was obviously confused and I couldn’t blame him.

Here I was, visiting him at work, acting like a complete freak. I could only imagine what he thought of me.

“What type of thing are you talking about?”

“Dating, you asked me out earlier-”

“I am aware.”

“And I said no.”

“Again, I’m aware.”

As I looked at Turner I could see his brow furrowing and his lips pointing down into a frown. Great, I had made angry. That was a brilliant idea.

“I didn’t mean to say no,” I said, finally able to spit the words out. “I got nervous and flustered. No came out of my mouth faster than yes did.”

“So…”

“So I came here to see if the offer was still open. I want to know if you want to go to the concert with me?”

“Sure,” he said and started to wipe down tables.

Sure. It was so simple and yet it changed everything.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Sounds good.”

I stood up and turned to the door.

“I’ll see you later okay?”

“I’ll be here.”

Then I left the bakery.

I have have a date.

Suddenly the words sank in.

Oh. My. God.

I have a date this weekend.

Chapter Four

“This is why I never go out on dates,” I told Sabrina.

My side of our dorm room, which was usually pristine and perfect, looked like a bomb exploded. Clothes were everywhere; on the chair, on the bed, and strewn all over the floor. I couldn’t move without a threat of tripping and breaking an ankle. But, if I was honest with myself, breaking an ankle would be welcomed if that meant that I didn’t have to go out on the date. I was overly anxious and stressed.

“It’s too much work, too much stress. Who the hell wants to be this stressed out?”

“You’re only stressed out because you’re letting yourself get stressed out,” Sabrina told me. “You need to take a few deep breaths and relax. Dating is not really that hard.”

“And you know this because of all the dates you went out on?”

Sabrina was constantly telling me how easy everything was and how I was such a worry wart. But she had only been on only a few dates herself.

“Harsh,” Sabrina huffed. “Why are you being such a bitch?”

“I’m the bitch? I’m not being a bitch. I’m nervous and worried and you keep being so flippant about it all. Maybe it’s not so easy for me and such a happy experience. I know lots of girls that get this way.”

“Why? You are top notch meat. Any guy would be happy to sleep with you.”

“Sleep with me? Am I supposed to be having sex with Turner tonight?!”

“You’re not supposed to, but that’s usually how dates end, Lily.”

That wasn’t going to happen. I knew nothing about sex or having sex. Sabrina knew Turner… And that he would expect sex…

“I can’t go on this date. I’m going to call him and cancel.”

 I went to go pick up my phone but Sabrina batted it out of my reach.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Stop being such a prude, go on the Goddamn date. If you do it, you do it. Don’t over think things, it’s not helping the situation. Go with the flow…Don’t you know how to do that?”

She didn’t know my past so there wasn’t any way she would understand.

“Do I look like the type of person who can go with the flow?” I hissed. “I can’t have sex with Turner. I’m not going to have sex with somebody I hardly know because that’s what usually happens. If he thinks he’s going to get in my pants then he’s going to be disappointed.”

“Then tell him no!” Sabrina exploded. “If you don’t want to, then say no. It’s as easy as that! God!”

Sabrina jumped off her bed and stomped to the door.

“I can’t deal with you right now. There’s too much crazy here for me.”

With a growl, Sabrina left the room and slammed the door behind. I was left alone, in the middle of the room, with no idea as to what to wear.

What a great way to start the night.

The date seemed so daunting.

I slipped on a fire engine red skirt. I matched it with a block halter top with a deep V that left little to the imagination. Slipping on the pair of knee high boots that Sabrina insisted I should wear, I gave myself a look over in the mirror. My hair was mussed in waves around my face. Even without make-up I still didn’t recognize myself. Here goes nothing.

Eight o’clock on the dot there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Turner standing on the other side, flowers in his hand, and a grin on his face.

“Am I late?” he asked as I ushered him into the room.

There was still no sign of Sabrina but I was okay with that. For once I embraced my solitude.

“No, right on time,” I told him.

Turner handed me the flowers.

“Those are for you,” he said.

“They’re gorgeous. Thank you.”

Filling up a pitcher with water, I placed the flowers in them, pulling the stems apart to separate the bunch. It was the first time I ever got flowers before.

“Are you hungry or anything? Do you want something to drink?”

“To be honest I’m too nervous to be hungry or thirsty.”

My heart melted at his comment. He was nervous? To go out on a date with me? It was adorable and relaxed my nerves too since I felt the same way.

“Don’t be nervous…” I said to him. “I’ve been telling myself the same thing so we’re both in the same situation. I don’t want our nerves to get in the way of the two of us having some actual fun, you know?”

Turner gave me a grateful smile.

“I hear that this is supposed to be the biggest concert of the year. A great kick off… Is that true?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah,” Turner said. “Last year there was a bond fire and carnival rides. It’s not just a concert, it’s a whole big to do… Just so we have a bit of fun before the hell begins.”

“Sounds like everyone is going to be there…”

“They are. Everyone wants to say that they were there at the big kick off. If you aren’t there, you’re kind of lost the rest of the year. People talk about the kick off for at least the fall semester.”

“So be honest with me… Is there a lot of drinking at this thing?”

Turner cocked and eyebrow and his smile faltered.

“A lot… No,” Turner said slowly. “But there is drinking. Is that a problem?”

“No… Of course not,” I said with a laugh.

I wasn’t about to tell Turner that I didn’t drink; that I only had a couple drinks in my whole life. Nothing could turn him off more than that, I figured. I didn’t want to sound like a complete loser right away.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“A jack and coke,” Turner said.

“Well then you’ll have to get me one tonight,” I responded with a wink. “I want to see what it’s all about.”

If Turner could see through my façade he didn’t say anything. I looked at my watch and my eyes bulged.

“We better get going if we want to make it to the concert,” I said to him.

I grabbed a jacket and my bag. Turner held the door open for me and I slipped through, locking it behind us.

“Don’t worry about being too late,” Turner assured me. “We won’t miss anything. The concert doesn’t start until at least an hour later than they say.

“So why not tell people the real time?”

It was a good question. Too many events were like this anymore and it was kind of annoying..

“Because the best part about this type of concert is waiting and anticipating the music. It also gives people enough time to get nice and drunk.”

“Why drunk?”

“Because the music is so much better when you’re drunk.”

I stared at Turner, wondering if he was joking or being serious. Oh geez, he’s serious. I realized it when he didn’t start laughing.

“Why?”

This time Turner did laugh.

“You want the truth?”

“Obviously.”

“The music sucks. Every year the music sucks. Drinking is the only way to get through it without wanting to rip the hair out of your head.”

“But then why continue it every year?”

Turner shrugged.

“It’s tradition. You don’t mess with tradition here. If you do, or even if you try to, you’ll be tarred and feathered before you know it.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly. This is serious stuff that happens here. You don’t try to change it.”

He began laughing.

“You’re joking aren’t you?”

“Sort of…”

The two of us stepped into the elevator and pressed the first floor button. Standing next to each other, Turner and I each looked different ways, lost in our own thoughts.

“If I haven’t said it already, you look really pretty tonight.”

“Thanks,” I said and felt myself warming. “I wasn’t so sure about the outfit. I thought maybe it was too….” Revealing? Slutty? “Not me,” I decided to explain. “I’m not used to showing so much of my body.”

Was I really trying to explain my outfit choice?

“Why not? You have a body that was made to be shown off.”

Almost immediately Turner put his hand over his mouth and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, that sounded wrong, totally wrong. I didn’t mean to say that… Or at least to make it sound so pervy.”

“It’s fine.”

He had about the same amount of confidence that I had.

“I’m not that type of guy,” he continued to explain. “My mother taught me to be a gentleman and she would have my ass if she knew what I said.”

“Well, then maybe I should give her a call,” I teased. “I’m kidding. Turner, you worry too much, did anyone ever tell you that?”

I was the same way though.

“More than once.  I’m what they call a ‘worrywart’.”

“That makes two if us.” I smiled. “I’m a bit neurotic myself.”

The elevator opened and we stepped out into the first floor. Turner rushed forward to open the door. We stepped into the night, the warmth and humidity encompassing us like a blanket.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Turner held out his arm and I linked mine through, letting him guide me towards the Great Lawn. Turner was a… Gentleman. It came off as a little cheesy but at least he was nice. Others were milling about, all slowly making their way to the grass. I could smell the booze from where we were and the hum of voices greeted us as we sifted into the crowd.

Sabrina was sitting on a rock, a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. Sabrina smokes? I couldn’t help but wonder if the cigarette was to look cooler and fit in better. Elizabeth stood next to her, nursing a red solo cup.

“Hey guys,” I said and waved at my roommate.

Sabrina waved back and the two of them blatantly stared at Turner and me as we passed. Turner nodded at them but didn’t remove his arm from mine.

“Have fun!” Sabrina cried out. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

I ignored Sabrina’s comment and held Turner’s arm tighter. I didn’t want him to think that I spent my time gossiping about him.

“Can I get you a drink?” Turner asked when we finally stopped a bit of a ways from the crowd.

 I shimmed up on a rock, keeping my legs crossed and putting my jacket over my lap to stop myself from flashing anyone.

“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”

Turner squeezed my arm.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared into the crowd.

I shifted on the rock, trying to relax, as I looked at the scene in front of me. People were already drinking and dancing even though no music was playing. I averted my eyes from a couple of people grinding up against each other, the girl’s skirt riding up on her tanned thighs. Any higher and she would be showing off everything. That was probably her plan. She wanted to be noticed, no matter what it meant. She didn’t care about what people said about her as long as they were talking about her.

A twig snapped to the left of me and I turned my head to see a guy sauntering up to me, a cocky grin covering his face.

“Are you an angel because I’m sure I just saw you falling from heaven.”

You have got to be kidding me. Could he be any cornier?

“I’m sorry, do those lines actually work on girls?” I asked.

The guy paused and then threw his head back in a boisterous laugh.

“Usually, except now.”

“I’m so sorry that I have more than two brain cells in my head,” I retorted. “Can I help you?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

Oh, I was dealing with a smart ass. This was perfect. I looked around for Turner but didn’t see him emerging from any part of the crowd.

Come on Turner, come back already.

“I’m Nash.”

“And I should care because?” I said as I stared at him.

Was he seriously standing there and bothering me with his lousy pick-up lines? Did I not make it clear enough that I wanted nothing to do with him?

“I’m the main singer in the band you came to see.”

“Good to know.”

I looked Nash over. He was good looking, I would give him that. He had a mop of black hair, the color that most couldn’t pull off, but it complimented his green eyes and tanned skin that were covered in tattoos. He wore a button down shirt, opened, and I could see the faint outline of muscle tone. Against my will my body started to hum.

Come on Lily.

He’s sexy…

He’s also incredibly dumb.

His narrow waist disappeared behind loose fitting jeans, ripped at the bottom, and his sneakered feet.

“So…do you have a name?”

“Of course I have a name…”

Again Nash laughed but it wasn’t a malicious laugh. It was a whimsical laugh that disappeared with the wind.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. That was a stupid question. It’s probably one of the stupidest questions I’ve ever asked.”

He took another drink.

“Well at least we’re in agreement about that,” I said.

This time I smiled at him, my cold shoulder growing warmer by the minute. Nash shifted on his feet and ran a hand through his hair. It bounced once and then lay back down exactly in the position it started in.

“So can I have your name?”

“It’s Lily…”

I opened my mouth to say more when I finally spotted Turner. He carried two cups and was smiling as he walked towards me. His smile abruptly disappeared when he saw Nash.

“Nash,” Turner said.

“Turner,” he replied. “Long time no see. How are you doing buddy?”

“Fine.”

Turner stepped between Nash and me, blocking him from my view.

“Do you want to walk around a little? I want to check everything out.”

I wanted to ask Turner what exactly he hoped to check out. It wasn’t as if things changed a lot, at least to him. From what he told me, the concert was the same, year after year.

But Turner’s face lost all its color and his chin trembled just slightly. There was something between these two guys… What had happened between them? Why, when Turner saw Nash, did he change so much?

“Sure,” I said and carefully slid off the rock.

I peeked around Turner’s shoulder.

“See you around Nash.”

“Thanks.”

Nash never lost his smile, even as Turner took my hand in his and pulled me away. Turner didn’t talk to me. I just followed him through the crowd of sweaty, drunk college students. My feet were killing me and I knew now why I hadn’t worn heels until that night.

I wanted to ask Turner to stop, or at least to slow down, but his grip on my hand stopped me from making the suggestion. I knew that Turner wanted to get me as far away from Nash as possible.

Finally the two of us stopped. I had no idea where we were, or where Nash was. Turner pulled me away from the crowd and we hung out against a tree, watching students continue to arrive. I could hear the echo of conversations fluttering over to me but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Turner turned to me and frowned, distracted.

“Turner,” I said slowly, tentatively. “What was that about? What’s with you and Nash.”

“Nothing. Nothing is going on.”

I knew it wasn’t my business, I knew that, but I pushed anyway.

“That wasn’t nothing.”

“Lily-”

“I know it’s none of my business and I know I shouldn’t be asking but you look so… Angry. You practically dragged me away from him like I was some kind of child.”

“I’m sorry,” he said and pulled me close to him.

He held my hand and stared into my eyes.

I could feel our bodies mixing together and I wouldn’t have minded if he just kissed me.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

I was telling the truth, it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t the first time I saw two guys circle each other like two animals ready to attack.

“Nash and I go back… Way back. I’ve known him since we were kids.” Turner cleared his throat and I stood there, waiting. “We were inseparable.”