Now, she’s returned and I lost my chance.
I finished my beer and chucked it over the railing. I opened another beer when I heard someone walk in the house and yell my name. It was Dane.
“Up here.”
He found me slouched down in my chair, holding onto a bottle of Jack and a beer.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, snatching the bottle from me and pulling a chair up beside mine.
“Nicole thinks she’s fucking pregnant.”
“What?” Dane asked, after taking a drink of Jack.
“I went out with Lennox the other day. We got carried away and one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together. I was going to break up with Nicole tonight. That’s when she dropped the “I think I’m pregnant” bomb. I don’t know how I keep fucking this up. What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know about that one. Girls can fuck you up. Guess who was with Lennox tonight?”
I shrugged.
“Alissa.” Dane took another drink before passing back the bottle.
“Alissa? As in, your first love, Alissa? The one that broke your heart and turned you into a pathetic mess, Alissa?”
“That’s the one.” He nodded.