her. Laura just didn’t seem that interested in me anymore. We pretty much stopped fucking, too, which was weird because she was always so, I dunno, horny before…whatever happened. Maybe she was right. Maybe I just wasn’t giving her enough attention.”
I nodded, trying to appear sympathetic. The truth was, his now ex-girlfriend had been receiving plenty of attention all right… from me . She was the one who initiated it, but I sure as hell didn’t try to stop her.
How it happened was simple, really. Laura used to come over and hang out with me while waiting for Daniel to get home. She did it all the time. When he started getting home later and later, we wound up spending more time together. She was horny, I was horny. One thing led to another. I’m not proud of it, but damn, it was a thrill to be fucking my best friend’s girl. It was just so wrong, so… unlike me to do something like that. I guess that’s why it turned me on like it did.
“Do you think she was cheating on me?” Daniel asked.
I swallowed hard and felt my pulse rise again. “I…uhh…no, no. Cheating on you? I don’t think so. What makes you think that? Did she…uhh…did she say something about another person?”
“No, she didn’t,” Daniel answered bluntly. He was studying me with a curious expression as I tried to keep myself composed. “She was acting weird, though. Did Laura ever say anything to you about another guy? I know she used to hang out here a lot when she was waiting on me to get home. You guys must have talked, at least a little.”
“I don’t think so. I would’ve said something to you, anyway…if she had.” My chair suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. The lies seemed to float out and stick in the air.
Daniel’s eyes scrutinized me. “ Why the hell was he looking at me like that? Did he know or not? Was he just fucking with me and about to jump up and punch me in the jaw?”
“Yeah,” he said, turning back to the television. “I know you would have. You’ve always been straight with me, Carter. You’re a good friend, man.”
I wasn’t. He didn’t need to know that, though. As far as I was concerned, my relationship with Laura was over, too. If he saw us together, even after she’d dumped him, Daniel would know something was up. The less he knew about it, the better.
“Forget about her,” I said, and realized that I’d been chewing on my thumbnail. It was a bad habit that I always did when I got nervous. Immediately, I put both hands in my lap. “It’s probably for the best that you guys broke up. Now, you can concentrate on other things. Maybe even find you a girl that knows more about what happens in the world than what she learns watching Jersey Shore .”
“Whatever, man.”
“Really, I mean it, Daniel. Why don’t you ask out one of the girls from your applied psycho-analysis class?”
Daniel grimaced at the idea. “God, man. No. Have you ever seen those girls?” He briefly counted out on his fingers. “All…what? Four of them? They’re…not really my type.”
“So they’re ugly, then?”
Daniel twisted the cap off his beer and took a swig. “Let’s put it this way, man. You’d make a much hotter girl than any of them…and they’re actually girls.”
“Ah.”
“I got too much going on right now, anyway. We’re moving on to a new experiment next- Oh! I nearly forgot!” Daniel quickly popped up off the loveseat and strode into the kitchen. He fiddled with something on the counter and brought back a plain yellow envelope, which he tossed into my lap.
“What’s this?” I asked, and removed the tape which held it shut. A shiny CD fell out that had Carter’s Program scrawled across the front in black magic marker.
“That’s the thing I was telling you about. The hypo-therapy program to help you quit smoking.”
“Cool. So, I just listen to this and it makes cigarettes taste gross or something?”
Daniel lazily flipped to the next channel. “Well, not
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