Page 12 of We Own Tonight
“Heather,” sheprotests.
“Now!” I yell at her, and her eyeswiden.
I’m not known for yelling, but when I do . . . I meanbusiness.
“Bye.” She says to the guy, and I drag her along. “Slowdown.”
I don’t even acknowledge her. My mind runs in circles as I think about what justhappened.
“We have to go.” There’s no way I can look at hisface.
“You said that,” she grumbles as we move. “Whathappened?”
I shake my head, pulling her into almost a sprint. I’m going to be sick. It was amazing, and so ridiculously good, but so wrong. I’m not a one-night stand girl. I’m a commitment and get-to-know-you girl. The guys at least know my last name. I’m a slut. I’m worse than a slut . . . I’m agroupieslut.
“Don’t make me stop walking,” Nicole threatens. “You know Iwill.”
“Fine,” I stop as we get to the exit door. “We had sex. Really good sex. Youhappy?”
The size of the smile on her face is all the answer I need. She looks like a proud mother at a talentshow.
“Fuck yeah, I’m happy. Why are we runningaway?”
“Because . . .” I huff. “We had sex! I had sex with him! We have togo.”
I push through the door, still dragging Nicole behind me. “That doesn’t explain why you’re running barefoot through thearena.”
I’m not explaining this to her. “Just keepmoving.”
We finally exit, and I could literally cry. They closed the gates to the parkinglot.
“Now what?” she asks, looking at the tall metal gate with big ass locks onit.
We could go to the south entrance, but that would take too long. There’s only one option. “Weclimb.”
“The hell wedo!”
I let out a heavy breath and glare at her. “Nicole, I just did something so unlike me that I’m not even sure it was me. So, we’re climbing the fence because you’re my best friend and I need to get the fuck out ofhere.”
“Babe.” Nicole’s eyes fill with sadness. “You didn’t do anythingwrong.”
“I’m a groupieslut.”
“You’re so not a groupie. You’re the furthest thing from aslut.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I chuck my shoes over the fence and start toclimb.
When I was twelve, I could climb fences pretty quick. Especially growing up in Tampa where we would hop fences to get to each other’s yards. But I’m not even halfway up and I’m winded, my foot has slipped more than once, and I can only imagine what I look like frombelow.
“Shit!” I yell as my toe misses the next opening. Nicole’s laughter fills the air. “Stop laughing and startclimbing!”
“This is priceless.” she laughs harder. “Wait. Let me get mycamera!”
“Nicole! We need to get out of here in case he comes looking forme.”
“Fine. Fine. Chicken shit.” Her shoes fly over my head, and the entire fence shakes. “You oweme.”
“Stop moving!” I try not to laugh, but it’s futile. This is hysterical. “I’m going to pee,” tears fall from my eyes as I holdon.
