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“The fuck was that?” I ask with a laugh, feeling light and loose. The shit with Kerian is still on my mind, but it’s a low buzz, not an overwhelming urge to… I don’t know, go to his apartment and choke him to death.

Becca laughs, putting her hands on her hips. “I know you’ve heard of a blow job before. It’s the rules of the game.”

It is, but I completely forgot about it. Not like I’ve ever done it.

Before we can continue our conversation, Russ tosses his ball into the cup and it lands with a thunk. “Blow that,” he says smugly and the crowd erupts with laughter and clapping. Becca tosses her head back and laughs too, her cheeks red from the alcohol.

“Good game,” Mia says, walking over to shake our hands. Her hand lingers in Russ’s. “Wanna go get a drink? I hear the keg is on the back porch.”

Russ grins down at her and I shake my head. He found his company for the night. I don’t think I’ll see him for the rest of the party. “I haven’t been to the keg yet. After you.” Mia tugs on his hand and Russ looks back at me with a wink.

Becca walks over to me and shakes her head as we both look after our friends. “Those two aren’t coming back, are they?”

“Don’t think so,” I answer with a chuckle.

“Let’s sit. We can talk about how you just kicked our asses.” I chuckle and follow her.

“I’m sorry Megan was a bitch to you,” she says when we sit down on one of the empty couches, crossing her legs and leaning forward so I can hear her over the music.

I shrug, looking down at my hands. I really hate that everyone knows what happened between me and Megan, but whatever. She’s the least of my concerns right now. “Not a big deal. She did me a favor, you know?”

“Me and a few of the other girls didn’t know until that game… where… did you… are you…is that guy you kissed your boyfriend?”

I scoff, shaking my head as I grab a shot from a tray one of the pledges is carting around. “No. Not my boyfriend.”

“But you like girls and guys? Like bisexual?” Her eyes are wide and curious. She looks… nervous.

Tossing the shot back, I nod as I grimace. No use denying it. It’s also easier to tell her I like men and women than saying I like justoneman. “Yep. That a problem?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No. It’s just… I think I am too.” Becca’s words come out in a whisper as she looks around to see if anyone heard. “How did you know?”

Well, this isn’t a conversation I thought I’d be having at a frat party. Especially with one of the hot cheerleaders I had never spoken to because Megan was jealous of her.

To keep her privacy, I point up the stairs. There’s a balcony on the second floor that people use to smoke. There aren’t usually people up there, since they like to go outside on the front or back porch instead of climbing up a flight of stairs to get their nicotine fix.

I check to make sure no one else is out on the balcony, then wave her out. The cool night air clears my mind and helps sober me up, pushing away the floaty feeling I had just ten or so minutes ago.

Becca wraps her arms around herself, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Looking at her fucking irritates me. Not because she’s done anything, but because I can’t even feel an attraction to this beautiful girl because my mind is firmly stuck on a six-foot-four-inch tall blond quarterback.

Fucking asshole.

“You don’t have to be nervous that I’ll say anything,” I tell her, hoping to put her at ease. “I’m not that type of person.”

“No, I know. It’s just… I’ve never said anything to anyone about liking girls. Not like my friends would care, but I don’t want anyone to think… when we’re taking showers and?—”

“You don’t want the girls to think you’re staring at them naked?”

She sighs in relief that I understand her inner turmoil. “Yes, exactly.” I lean on the rail, looking down at people in the yard. Becca stands beside me, speaking in a low voice. “I like women, but I’m not sure if I have to, you know, do anything with them first.”

I give her a sidelong look. “Honestly, Becca, I didn’t know I liked men until I started…dating”—I cringe at that word, since Kerian made it clear we werenotdating— “Kerian. What does your gut say?”

It’s her turn to sigh, gnawing at her lip like it owes her money. “I was raised to meet my future husband at college, get married and have a bunch of babies.” She looks at me, her eyes reflecting some inner turmoil I can’t begin to understand. “But if I’m honest, I don’t even think I like men.” She laughs, the sound high and sweet. “Shit, I’m sorry to dump all this on you. The alcohol has loosened my tongue.”

I grin at her and bump her shoulder. “Who better to tell? You saw me kiss a man on the football field. A kiss that was televised and replayed for the world to see. I think I’m the best person to dump on.”

Becca smiles at me and we talk for another ten minutes. It’s nice, talking to someone as confused as me. I admit to Becca that I only kissed Kerian to get back at Justin and Megan, not knowing that I would want more. I even told her about our first failed date, where I begged him to take me home.

“Yeah, you had it bad,” she says. A happy breath leaves her lips. “I’m glad we could talk. Here, take down my number. After this conversation, you know I’m not hitting on you.” Becca came to the conclusion that she, in fact, does not like men at all and was only with them to make her parents happy. I’m not sure where she’ll go from here, but I think I made a friend tonight.

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