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"I WOULD ASK how Jordan's doing, but I already know the two of you are doing greatttt." Jack told me as we stepped out of our professor's office hours together, finally getting a breather from chemistry-related talk.
"How would you know that?" I asked him, yawning and frowning at the same time as we made our way out of the department building.
"I'm conflicted between being a good friend versus a good boyfriend right now." He began his cryptic explanation. "But I think I'd be doing my friend and my girlfriend a solid by letting you in on a secret."
"Wait, pause." I stopped in my tracks and grabbed Jack's arm to get him to stop with me. "Your what? Your girlfriend? Did you finally ask Dakota to be your girlfriend, Jack Nguyen!" A smile broke out across my face and Jack's smile followed in suit.
"No, not yet, not yet— but I'm gonna. Soon, I swear. At my party on Thursday, I will."
"If you say so." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Anyways, what secret are you tryna let me in on?"
"Oh, right, well, um," He fumbled with his words as we started up walking again, heading to the parking lot and towards our cars. "Dakota kinda, um, knows already, y'know? 'Bout you and her brother doing whatever y'all be doing. She, like, hears you guys. A lot. Or so she tells me."
"Oh, fuck."
"Why haven't you told her? Like, why keep it from her— aren't y'all really close?"
"Yeah, but, I just— fuck. I just thought Jordan would be a one time thing . . ."
". . . And it's been how many times now?"
". . . Six . . ."
"Oh, wow. Oh, wowwww— Zoë, it's only been a week since that day you told me you first hooked up with him at Erik's place— Wow, y'all really be doing great."
A furious blush crept onto my cheeks. "This is really embarrassing— I swear I've been meaning to tell Dakota."
"You just haven't gotten 'round to it?" Jack asked. "Too busy having sex? In her bed?"
Jesus Christ. Truth hurts, I guess.
"I by no means am speaking for Dakota right now, but it is kinda shitty, you know? Like, really fuckin' shitty." Jack let me in on like he needed to coax the idea into my head until it burned uncomfortably up there.
"I know." I hung my head in guilt, furrowing my eyebrows and tucking my bottom lip between my teeth.
When I woke up from this mortifying dream, my face was still burning up like Jack was still walking next to me, talking about me doing the dirty in his soon-to-be girlfriend's bed with her brother.
