Assisting Miss Adams (GirlxGirl) NEW VERSION

Twenty-Two

Megan and I sat on the couch, a little tipsy off of the leftover beer in the fridge while she talked about teacher gossip. Something I didn't even know existed.

"It's like being back in high school, except now we're adults." She sipped her beer.

We were talking about irrelevant things, which I was okay with after the serious conversation we had had earlier. Plus, small talk with Megan almost never happened. It allowed me to study her without feeling guilty.

"Remember when you used to hate me the first few weeks we knew each other?" I asked.

She laughed. "I didn't hate you, I just thought you were a brat."

"You hated me. Don't even try to lie."

"Okay I hated you a little bit, but you would give me the worst time in class!"

"I did not."

"Did to."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay but what about that time at Jinx for my birthday? You literally made me turn down that girl and go home! How could I not give you a hard time?"

Her cheeks flushed at the memory. "Yeah I went a little overboard. But hey, I was responsible for you at that point. Plus, that girl wasn't even cute."

"Oh whatever."

"She wasn't!"

"I think you were jealous," I admitted before taking another sip.

She laughed. "Of course that's what you'd think."

"That's what it seemed like."

Our banter stopped when Megan looked at me with an expression I couldn't interpret. Why was it so hard to read her? Is that why I found myself captivated every time we were together? It wasn't fair. Usually I was so good at these things.

"You know you can be very hard to read sometimes," she admitted.

"I can say the same for you," I answered with a smile. Had we suddenly gotten closer? I could feel the tension growing.

"Why are you always so guarded?"

"Why are you?" I counted.

"You can't answer a question with a question, Sam."

I sighed. "Well I just did so..."

"You're so stubborn."

"You say that a lot."

She faced me on the couch and crossed her legs. In the moment I couldn't help but think she looked adorable.

"Maybe I'm guarded around you, but most of the time I don't put up a front," she confessed.

"Well why do you put up a front around me?" I asked.

"Because you do the same."

She was right, I did, but I really did that with everyone. Yet, Megan had seen sides of me that I never really revealed to anyone except for Blair and Shawn. She had to know that.

"It's hard for my guard not to be up," I stated.

She shook her head. "Why?"

"Because," I paused, "I guess I had to do it for so long that it became habit."

"You think it's because of your parents?"

"Possibly."

She fell silent, which usually meant she had a question brewing. It scared me, because most of the time her questions were really personal and hard to answer. I prepared myself.