"Baby? Wow, congratulations! Are you still in Del Mar?" I ask.
"No, we're in Ladera Ranch, an hour north of here." Seth pauses for a moment. "Are you two…living together?"
Amelia gulps beside me, and I take it this is my question to answer.
"It's kind of a long story," I confess. "A lot has happened since we last spoke."
"Why don't I give you two some time to catch up?" Amelia offers, clearly dying to remove herself from this conversation.
"No, no, it's okay," Seth begins. "Theo and I need to make up for lost time. Do you still have the same number?"
"No, I had to get a new one when I left the country."
My statement about leaving the country doesn't spark any curiosity in him. He doesn't ask what that means or what I was doing. Yet we exchange information, and I assume I can tell him all about it at another time.
"We'll catch up over drinks," Seth suggests.
"That'd be awesome."
Amelia waves an innocent hand goodbye as he leaves to talk to other classmates.
"That wasn't so bad," she murmurs.
Before we can figure out our next move, a leggy blonde-haired woman struts up to me and puts her arms around my neck. "Holy shit!"
I'm unsure where to put my hands, so I keep them at my side until she lets go of me. We're being hammered one by one as new classmates surround us.
"Theo-fucking-Bilson," she swoons.
Hannah. Prom queen, head cheerleader, stereotypical popular girl.
"Wow, look at you. I had to run to the yearbook to confirm the ugly duckling turned into this."
"I can't tell if you're insulting me or complimenting me." I’m truly puzzled.
"It's a compliment, trust me."
"Hi, I'm Amelia, the ugly duckling's girlfriend."
"Wow, you two are hot together," Hannah says with a giggle, eyeing both of us like she's interested in a threesome. "Good for you, girl."
She gives Amelia a high-five.
I'm feeling possessive, so I grab Amelia's wrist and pull her closer. Amelia stumbles into me as she wasn't expecting me to lay claim over her so fiercely. It's the Jacuzzi night all over again, except this time, I feel both of her tits when I catch her by the underarms.
She starts blushing instead of pushing me away because such an act isn't foreign for a boyfriend and girlfriend, something we are pretending to be.
"Theo, save that for later tonight," Amelia coos.
Amelia must see Hannah as competition and turns up the chemistry. She grabs my hand and puts it around her lower back and places it on her opposite hip. Just to push her buttons, I move my palm further onto her backside, closer to her ass than I've ever been. It's taking all my willpower not to grab a handful.
"My girl is clumsy, aren't you?" I give Amelia a light slap on her ass, which causes her to yelp in surprise.
It's playful, a bit inappropriate, but I don't care seeing as I'll never be around these people again.
"How have you been these last ten years?" I ask the go-to question to break the ice.
"I'm selling real estate up in Hollywood, and I'm doing well. It took all ten years to get here, but I'm trying to get on that reality show. Wouldn't I be perfect for it?"