Jen leaned over to me. "Good job. Nate is a hot one, girl."

“Thanks.” I grinned and then coughed, wiping the merriment from my face as Kent came back. "Feeling a little...behind?" The score was quickly adding up for me and slowly adding up for Kent.

"Yeah. You'll fuck up, eventually." Kent smiled sweetly as Nate threw his first strike.

Nate came back, checking Kent on his shoulder again, "Sorry, man." He put his arm around me and nibbled on my earlobe, making me squirm and giggle.

Kent nodded his head to Nate and pulled his eyes away from our PDA.

I ducked out of ear licking territory and stepped up to bowl. I had to wait for the other bowlers to go first so I looked around. I noticed that my shoe was untied and bent down to tie it. As I stood up I fell off balance and landed on my ass. I heard Jen snickering behind me. Nate helped me up. Kent probably thought that would be my black moment, but it wasn't. Another strike for me.

I was still blushing as I walked into Nate's arms, burying my face against his chest. "So embarrassing..."

He held me and swayed gently, "No way, doll. No one even noticed."

“Yes they did!”

The game ended with me pounding Kent into second place. Followed by Nate and Jen, not that she cared because she was pretty drunk. Nate and I said goodbye to Kent and Jen after we returned our shoes. We walked home in different directions.

On the walk back Nate confided in me that Jen had hit on him when I was in the bathroom.

"Which time?"

"Both times! She was feeling up on my junk. I pushed her off but geez. That girl is a handful."

"She probably just accidentally brushed you or something." I refused to believe that Jen would openly grope my man, and in front of Kent no less!

The thought of Jen groping Nate had been on my mind all night and the next day when I sat down next to Kent in Art History class. I kept my eyes on my own notebook and didn’t bother engaging with him.

As the professor walked into the lecture hall, Kent tugged on my hair and that’s when I turned to him, and frowned. “What the hell?!”

He held up his hands in surrender, his expression irritatingly surprised. “Woah, Elly-beast. I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I just don’t want to talk to you today,” I snapped.

A flicker of a frown passed over his face before he shrugged and turned his attention to his notebook. “Okay. Sorry.” He picked up his pencil as the lights went down.