21 Days (Time for Love 2)

“She’s been avoiding me for the past two days,” I responded when Cal asked what was bugging me. We’d stopped by Scott’s after a job with Brock’s company downtown, because he and Cal had some business to take care of. I was just along for the ride.

“Who?” Cal asked, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Sasha,” I replied, absently tracing the condensation down Mountain Dew bottle. “Ever since I kissed Gaby.”

“You what?” Scott practically yelled as he walked out of his office with a folder in his hand.

I looked up at him, surprised at his tone.

“It wasn’t a big deal. The girls were drinking and hanging out the night we went to the fight, and they pulled me into their game of Truth or Dare. I had to kiss Gaby.”

“You had to kiss Gaby?” Scott asked again, his teeth clenched. I began to wonder if he’d started drinking before we’d arrived.

“Yeah, like I said … Not a big deal. It was Gaby for Christ’s sake; it was for a laugh, nothing more. But it seemed to piss Sasha off. Like, really pissed. I haven’t seen her since, and I live in her house. I think she’s avoiding me,” I repeated.

I’d gotten home after the fight and all of the girls had been passed out. Cal had to carry Shelly down to the car. I figured we’d just talk about it the next day, but Sasha was gone when I woke up, and we’d kept missing each other ever since. I wanted to talk about the look I’d seen on her face after that kiss. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was jealous. I wanted to know if I was right.

“Was it a peck, or did you put your tongue in her mouth?” Scott asked angrily.

I looked at him and started to say, “It was …” then I caught myself and had to ask, “What does it matter? Why are you getting so pissed about this? You almost seem jealous.”

Scott just scowled, and crossed his arms. I had to struggle not to laugh. He was acting like a damn child.

“I’m not,” he argued.

Cal was staring at him, a weird expression on his face, then he seemed to make a decision and leaned in toward Scott.

“Why don’t you tell us the truth, man?”

Scott dropped his arms. “What are you talking about?” he asked warily.

“About you and Gaby …”

I looked from Cal to Scott, whose mouth was hanging open, my curiosity peaked.

“I think I’m missing something,” I mumbled, but neither of them paid me any attention.

“How do you know?” Scott asked, the scowl turning into a look of surprise.

“Know what?” I asked, raising my voice to be heard.

Cal turned his gaze to mine, jerking his thumb toward Scott and saying, “He and Gaby had sex.”

Not what I was expecting to come out of his mouth … At all.

“The fuck they did,” I said without thinking. “When?”

“How do you know that, Cal?” Scott asked again, his tone stern.

“Gaby told Shelly while we were figuring things out. She said you lost your virginity to each other on prom night.”

My mind was reeling.

“Prom night? Six fucking years ago?” I asked, my mind blown. “How the hell did that happen? And why the hell didn’t you say anything? Either of you?”

Scott was still looking at Cal, his mouth drawn down into a frown.

“Why did she tell after all these years?” Scott asked quietly, as if he were speaking to himself.