John shrugged. "Trent said you were cool with it. I thought you two had, like, an open relationship or something."
"Is that what you told him?" I asked Trent.
"Look, Quinn, I get it. I should have told you, but this is all kind of new for me," Trent tried to explain.
"What exactly is new for you?" I asked. "Being gay, cheating on your significant other, or getting caught?"
John smothered a laugh. "I like her. So, I'm going to get out of here."
"Wait, no," Trent said. He blocked the door. "Quinn, you're right. This is not how you should have found out. I meant to tell you. I meant to tell her, John. I really did hope everything I said would be true."
"What did he say?" I asked John.
"He said you were the best girlfriend he's ever had. Like a best friend, a perfect date, and a good kisser all wrapped up in one person," John said.
"Just minus a penis," I said.
John gave me a sympathetic smile. "Trent's not gay, honey. He's bi-sexual. What he wants is both of us. I'm not big on sharing, but you're a dear and I think we'd get along."
I turned to Trent and strangled my hands together to stop them from shaking. "So, what John's telling me is that you want to date me, but have sex with him?" I asked.
"Both of you," Trent said, reaching for my hand. "I like having sex with you, too."
I pulled away. "You cheated on me!"
"We never really talked about exclusivity, Quinn. And this is really something totally different. I didn't have sex with another woman. You're the only gal for me."
"We haven't dated anyone else for months," I said. "There wasn't anything to talk about. We were a couple. That means 'two,' Trent. Not two people plus a little fun on the side. It doesn't matter who you did it with. Cheating is cheating."
"Come on, Quinn, so I screwed up. That doesn't mean we have to break up," Trent said.
"It does to me," I said. I rubbed my forehead. "I guess it’s good you didn't come to the funeral. Owen's the only one that knows about you."
"Owen?" Trent asked. "You're oh-so-hot best friend flirt fest? The one that was 'dating' your sister but actually all over you? You were with him this weekend?"
"With him? He was at Sienna's funeral! Like you were supposed to be. Of course, I talked to him. I needed someone to lean on," I said.
Trent crossed his arms. "Oh, so you leaned on him? Now's who’s the cheater?"
"I didn't have sex with him!" I shouted.
"No, it's worse. You cheated on me emotionally," Trent said. "I know how you feel about him. For God's sake, Quinn, you should see your face when you talk about him." Trent turned to John. "She has his magazine cover on her desk. Total crush."
"So what?" I asked. "He was there when I needed someone. While you were here with John. And that's the end of it." I pushed Trent aside and opened the door.
"Wait. Are you breaking up with me?" Trent asked.
"Yes. Goodbye. Good luck, John," I said and slammed the door behind me.
I was still heaving angry breaths when the phone rang. "Darla?" I asked.
"Quinn, where are you? Are you out of breath?" my roommate asked. "You can't seriously be going to class right now."
"Now's not the best time, Darla."
"Okay, fine. It’s just I saw your stuff so I know you're on campus. I just wanted to make sure you were heading to class. Do me a favor, okay? Before you head off to see Trent will you come back? We need to chat," Darla said.
"Chat about Trent?" I asked.