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3-It Happens when It Happens

3-It Happens when It Happens

 

Oh crap, too many dirty dishes! I saw my sink full from last night…and earlier before the crack of dawn.

“C’mon, let’s eat.” He whispered in my ear so I followed him to the table and sat in the same seats. He gave me this food (I only hope that it’s food) in a red container and he took out his.

He handed me a spoon and we began eating.

Then a thought suddenly came to mind—and I wasn’t afraid to voice it. “We didn’t…sleep together last night, did we?”

David shook his head, his eyes still on his food. I sighed. Then he mutters under his breath: “I’m saving that for later.” He wanted me to hear this because he looked up from his meal and grinned at me.

I shook my head at him, a smile on my face. “Don’t waste your time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he teases, confident. Confident, I mocked in my head. This is another first. “It happens when it happens.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, kid.” I laughed and put in a spoonful of this Mexican stuff. Damn, I didn’t think I was this hungry.

“Do you know what Danny asked me when I came in?”

I choked and he pushed me a glass of water but he continued. “‘David, did you sleep with Rachel?’”

I choked again, this time I was choking the water. Dammit! “What?” I demanded, coughing up, looking at him. I was checking if he was only after my reaction. But he wasn’t. He had a smirk on his lips but his eyes were dead serious.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah he was freaked out.”

“What did you tell him?” I leaned in closer to hear his answer. When he didn’t respond and just shook his head, my hand hit the table so hard it hurts. “David! What did you say?”