"What a great summer! You were really looking forward to it. If it makes you feel better, my dad’s not much better. Then again, he’s not as hot as yours."
I laugh as I think about Daniel earlier. If she had seen him then, she would have thought that he was off the scales. He’s even sexier with his new look.
"My dad’s been dumped too, so he wants to spend way too much time with me. I just had an idea. Why not come here?"
Her dad has a really bad reputation. He’s not exactly sexy like Daniel. More like over the hill, with everything on the large scale, including his bank account which is why women chase after him like a swarm of bees. Sandra can probably sense that I’m down. I’m not good at hiding my feelings at the best of times. Besides, she’s right; this is a big disappointment. I ran out of the lecture theater looking forward to the summer vacations. Now, all I can think about going back to college.
"If I’m going to have the summer free, I thought maybe I’d get a jump on looking for internships after Senior year," I tell her.
She laughs, "You need to get out of there. You sound down and there’s always a way to get you back in spirits," Sandra tells me. "You just need to think outside of the box of a house. Weren’t you supposed to vacation somewhere? Can’t you go by yourself?"
"I have visions of Zach still going, but taking Rachel instead."
"You think that he would do that?"
I sigh as I think about what Zach would or wouldn’t do. If someone had asked me if Zach would ever cheat on me. I would have told them, no. I would have defended him and said that he’s a flirt, but I’m his girl, and even though I’ve been around the block, I’m able to hang my hat up for him.
As I look out of the window at the pool, I think about Colt. About us out there earlier and what would have happened if Daniel hadn’t walked in. I was horny and Zach didn’t even enter my mind. Maybe the real reason I never wanted sex with Zach wasn’t to do with my exams, but more to do with his premature ejaculation problem.
Or maybe it was deeper than that. I never realized until now but maybe I was actually right earlier on where I told you I was looking to prove something by staying with him. "I don’t know," Sandra says, interrupting my thoughts. "You know him better than me. Besides, why are we still talking about that jerk?"
I laugh, "I haven’t got a clue. Damn, some of these comments on Facebook are hilarious." I start to chuckle about the things that his friends on the basketball team have written about him. "Can only score a hoop on the court? Not in the bedroom. Damn! These guys are harsh."
She says, "No. No. What about this one? Watch Zach dribble off the court." Then we both crack up laughing because that was exactly what he did in the bedroom. Just dribble.
"This is the first time in six years that I’m single, so why am I not sad, just horny?"
She sniggers, "Do you have someone in mind?"
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p; I don’t even know how to tell her. "Colt’s looking hot."
She chuckles, "Colt was always looking hot. You just never noticed. You were always too busy complaining about him. Daniel’s hotter, but an obvious workaholic. Shit, is he still wearing that suit?"
I sigh as I think about Daniel and how amazing he looks. He’s like a proud eagle. Still the proud, confident, man I knew.
"Yes," I tell him. "But he looks tired."
"Shoot, is your mom back home?"
Daniel being tired usually meant that mom was home wearing him down. Trying to take money for her drugs or just generally treating him like shit. Treating him like a dormouse. I never understood why he took her back then, but then maybe she was in and out of his life so many times that he didn’t have a chance to leave. And then she did that for him.
"Not this time."
"How long has it been?"
"One year."
"Shit, and not a word?"
"She left her phone and said that she wanted to be left alone. No one should try and find her."
Then there’s this awkward silence that my mom creates whenever her name is mentioned. It’s as if she doesn’t even need to be around to have people talking about her, and it’s never in a good way.
"Daniel needs money to invest in the business. It’s struggling at the moment. We didn’t even talk figures, and then Colt went into him and started calling him selfish," I confide to Sandra.
"I could give him a number. Number sixty-nine." Sandra bursts out laughing; she has a filthy mind, but at the moment she’s not the only one. Maybe it’s the realization that my mom could be dead making me see that life is short. But either Colt’s looking hotter this year or wasting six years of my life over Zach has started to hit home. I noticed that quite a few more girls are posting on Facebook about the issues they’ve had with Zach. I’ve been with him since we were sixteen. Both of us were virgins or at least that’s what he said. I shut down my Mac and decide that Sandra’s right. I need to have some fun and get out of here.