I heard Kent chuckle and then some whispering from Jen and then another chuckle. There was snow and blood all over the screen and suddenly I was feeling very cold. I turned around and spotted Jen’s hand pumping up and down under the blanket. Eyes wide, I quickly pointed to the blanket beside Kent. “Can I have that, please?”

Kent shifted a little, and the motion paused. “Yeah,” he said as he tossed me the blanket. I caught it and wrapped it around myself as I got back into position. I leaned forward and turned the TV up before settling in, munching celery as zombies snacked on human flesh.

“Ewww,” I heard Jen’s annoying voice behind me. I rolled my eyes and tried to block her out for the remainder of the movie.

As the credits started Jen excused herself to go to the bathroom and Kent remained carefully hidden under the blanket. I turned around after she left and got up onto my knees, grasping the coffee table in my shock, “Kent Matthew Lyle!” I whisper yelled, “Did you just let her…? Did she?…” I felt like my eyelids might stay stuck open forever if they went any wider.

He shook his head. "I didn't let her get that far. " he said softly.

"Liar," I continued to whisper as I got up and moved to the couch. No way was there that much noise and giggling and whispering without Kent getting his rocks off.

Kent had the blanket over him still. "Not lying." I sat down next to him and pulled the blanket down so I could see. His pants were still zipped, the outline of his hard penis straining against his pants. He yanked the blanket back over himself with a blush. “Geez, Elly.”

“Gross, Kent,” I scolded him again in a hushed voice as I moved away from him. Mad that I wasn’t the one who’d given it to him. Madder still that Jen had done it, in my house! While I was in the room! I snatched up the snacks and glared at it, “It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake,” I said over my shoulder as I took the snacks to the kitchen.

By the time I came out of the kitchen Jen and Kent were at the front door, shrugging themselves into their coats.

“Leaving already?” I tried to leave the disappointment out of my voice. I wasn’t sad for Jen to be leaving. But for Kent, my heart squeezed tightly. And I hated that it did. He was blatantly letting his skanky girlfriend disrespect me in my mom’s house.

“Yeah,” Kent said as he avoided my eyes, “Jen’s mom invited us to dinner. So we’ve got to run.”