Page 11 of Me Three
“Nice one.”
“I’ve also got Tru in my class,” he says so matter-of-factly I almost don’t catch it.
“What?”
A string of duck gets lodged on my throat, and I cough, punching my chest until I can wash it with some more beer. It takes me a moment, but I can finally breathe again.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Why is he-why are they doing Art History?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing. “I tried to catch them after class, but they escaped me.”
The swear word comes out of me before I even know it.
“Hey! What?” Ev raises his voice. “Are you starting again?”
“What the hell happened? Do you think they knew we were teachers and signed up for our classes on purpose?”
Ev huffs, although I don’t know why. Why am I the only one taking this seriously?
“Dude, relax. So what if they did?”
I open my mouth to answer him, but he interrupts.
“It doesn’t matter, does it? I checked our contract, and it doesn’t say anything about getting fired for it. It happened before the semester started, so technically, they weren’t our student then.”
Relief washes over me, although it’s still a mindfuck to have to teach a person I hooked up with.
That’s what I get for not keeping it in my pants. That’s why the deal I have with Ev is the best bet of not fucking things up. And if I’d stuck to fucking him, we wouldn’t have ended up with a student naked on our couch.
“Although even if we were to… pursue it again, there’d still be nothing wrong with it,” he adds.
“What? Why would we pursue it again? What the hell are you talking about?”
Ev bites his lip, staring at me, and puts his beer down.
“Come on. You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about them since we fucked? I don’t know what it is—something about them. They’re different to all our other threesomes.”
“You can’t be serious! You know we don’t do repeats. And they’re our student, Ev. Come on. What the fuck?”
“You can’t say that’s not a little sexy though, can you?”
Whether it is or not, Tru was a one-night thingandthey’re our student. Even if I’d be game for another round, I couldn’t even begin to unwind the fuckery of the situation.
“I don’t know what you’ve been taking, but I’m not interested. If you want, you can fuck them yourself again, but leave me out of it,” I tell him.
Everett frowns.
“But it’s more fun with you,” he says. “And what harm can a repeat do? Jesus! You’re acting like if you sleep with the same guy a second time they’re going to snatch your heart and feed it to the devil.”
“You know what, Ev? Fuck you. Who are you to judge me? Have you even fucked anyone other than me since we moved here? You know I don’t do repeats and that’s the end of it. Stop trying to change me.” I kick my chair back and storm into my room, slamming the door behind me.
Okay, a bit of an overreaction there, but no one said I wasn’t a drama queen.
Ev knows the rules I’ve set. He’s agreed to them over and over again. We’re just friends who hook up and occasionally invite a third to join us. No sleepovers. No pet names. No repeats. Simple as that.
Anything else, anything more, and shit gets complicated. And I don’t want complicated. Not after Ian.
