Over the next few weeks Dean and I had become quite close friends, even though I wanted to be more then friends. I just didn’t want to make it obvious or scare him away. But it was great. He was spending time with me and my friends. Samantha, Anabelle and I have been over to his house a few times over the past weeks. We went into his spa, which was fun because spas are always fun, we even had a bit of alcohol. I did get tipsy one night but luckily I was staying at Anabelle’s place that night. Needless to say things had been going great. Dean and I were constantly flirting and I was sure that soon he would ask me out and that would be that. It would be amazing. Dean is such a great guy and when he asks me out of course I will say yes. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, he hasn’t even asked yet.
Like any other day. I go to all my usual classes, hanging out for chemistry which is again last period. So I go through the motions of the day. Going to class, catching up with Dean and all of my other friends, going to class and catching up with dean again. I have just finished English class, so finally it is time to go to chemistry. Who ever thought I would be excited about chemistry. Before we go in though Isabella grabs my arm and pulls me aside.
“Dean asked out Samantha.” I feel the blood drain from my face.
“What?! Surely she said no. She knows I like him, if she said yes wouldn’t she be breaking some kind of code or something?” I ask desperately. Not wanting to hear any of it but hanging on to Isabella’s every word.
“She said yes” she says in a soft voice as if saying the answer too loud would hurt even more than saying it softly. But it doesn’t matter how loud someone ways it, it hurts. A lot.
“That’s impossible. She wouldn’t do that to me. We have been friends since the start of high school. How do you even know about this anyway?” I ask starting to speak frantically still clinging to the hope that this news is untrue.
“Ok so point number one. I would never lie to you, especially about something like this. And point number two. She was talking about it all through English last period. He asked her out at the end of the break and she said yes.”
The one class I am not in with Isabella, English, that’s how she knew before me. “Is that it?”
I ask hoping there is nothing else.
“I’m sorry but I have to tell you. I would hate myself if I didn’t. I was listening in and she was telling everyone everything. Turns out her parents are out for the weekend and he is going to go over, alone, when no one else is home.”
“To do what?”
“I am not 100% sure, but it sounded like they would be getting down and dirty”
“Down and dirty?” I ask, having no idea what this means.
“They will be doing sexual things” Isabella replies in an exasperated tone.
“Oh my God” is the only reply I can conjure up.
“What are you going to do?” asks Isabella.
“I have no idea” is the only coherent reply I can come up with as Dean and Samantha turn the corner on their way to chemistry class. Samantha laughing at something Dean must have said.
“I have no idea” I repeat “but I will do something”
