Page 52 of One Night

"She was also cheating on me."

"When'd you find this out?"

"Friday night. She told me after I broke up with her but I'd suspected she was for weeks."

"Shit. Sorry, man."

I shrug. "It doesn't matter. I'd planned to break up with her anyway. Every time I was with her, all I could think about was Amber."

"So you showed up at her door today? And then what happened?"

"We went out for coffee. Talked."

"That's it?"

"We kissed. We didn't do more than that, but shit, I wanted to. I accidentally walked into her room when she was changing and..." My voice trails off as I remember how she looked, standing there in just a pair of pink panties. Her body is smoking hot. She still has the body of an athlete, lean and toned. Flat abs. A tight ass.

"Dylan."

"What?" I look at Van.

"What'd she look like? I've asked you three times now."

"She's hot. Hottest girl I've ever seen. She used to be a gymnast so she has the body of an athlete. Tight. Toned."

"Like Kira."

"I guess, but I don't really look at Kira that way. Unlike you, I don't check out my friend's girl."

"Like you've never looked at Kira? Seriously?" He huffs. "Whatever."

"Yeah, she has a good body but she's more muscular than I like. That's why Austin likes her. I like a girl who's softer, but still lean. That's Amber. She's freaking perfect."

"Even better than when you were with her in May?"

"I didn't get a good look at her back then. The room was dark and after we did it she was lying next to me so I didn't really see much of her. But today? I saw plenty, and damn, she's seriously got the best body I've ever seen."

"Tell her to send you pics so I can see."

I reach over and smack him. "You're not seeing my girl. Don't even think about her that way. Get your own girl."

He smiles. "Sienna called me last night. She wants to get back together."

Sienna is a girl he dated last year for a few weeks. She's a massage therapist who also tells fortunes and reads tarot cards.

"You sure you want to go out with her again?" I ask. "She's kind of scary with all that mystical crap."

"That's just a side job for extra cash. She doesn't really believe in that shit. And she gives me massages." He laughs. "With happy endings."

"If that's what you want, then go for it."

He gets his phone out. "I'm gonna call her right now. See if she'll come over tonight."

The doorbell rings. "That's the pizza."

After loading up on pizza, I get to work on my paper and a few hours later it's done. It's not the greatest paper ever written but it's good enough. That's been my attitude about all my classes this semester. It's my senior year and at this point, I really don't care about getting all A's, especially in classes I don't care about, like sociology, which is what the paper is for. I was supposed to take this class freshman year but didn't and kept putting it off until now. But I have no interest in it so I skip a lot of the classes.

I'm interested in my other classes, my marketing classes, but I still don't put forth the effort I did in past years. Instead, I've been putting my energy into finding a job for after I graduate. Of course, every job I'm interested in expects you to have some experience so I've been applying for internships for the spring semester. I really wanted to get one at this start-up web company downtown but found out last week that they gave it to someone else. My next top pick for an internship was at a company that makes sports equipment, but they hired some guy who's graduating in December. The other ones I applied for I'm not really interested in but I can't be picky. I need the experience. I'll take what I can get.

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