She hated him. He hated her. And that was alright in their world until one night. Everything changed then, conversations exchanged between drags of a shared cigarette having developed a mutual respect between enemies.
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Slowburn enemies to frie...
I ask Jonathan to pick me up for school in the morning. It's awkward at first. What if he knew that I had gone home with Steve? I stare out the window and bite my tongue. I can feel Jonathan silently judging me. I feel like I will throw up if I don't say something.
"I slept with Steve," I spill suddenly, shattering the silence. Better to bring it up before he does.
The car comes to an abrupt stop. Jonathan slams on the brakes, throwing me forward against the seatbelt. I choke on the elastic material as it strikes me in the neck.
"WHAT?" Jonathan shouts, clutching his steering wheel tightly.
"I thought you knew, and that's why you weren't talking? I just thought admitting it would help my case,"
"No, I didn't fucking know! How would I know that?"
"Then why are you so quiet?!"
"What is wrong with you?" he scolds, rubbing his temples.
"I was drunk!" I excuse. "We both were,"
"How drunk do you have to be even to breathe the same air as that asswipe?" he shakes his head. "I know you wanted to get some, but damn. And what about Nance?"
"I feel horrible," I groan, pressing my palms into my eyes. "Steve and I agreed not to say anything to her, but it feels so wrong,"
"Oh, so you're coming to agreements now?" Jonathan exasperates loudly. I feel like an older brother is scolding me. What's worse than the yelling is his genuine disappointment.
"Okay. Please quit yelling at me and tell me what to do!" I plead.
Jonathan relaxes against his seat, thinking in silence as he returns to driving. He ponders for several agonizingly long minutes until we arrive at school.
"You can't tell Nancy," Jonathan finally concludes. "She doesn't remember anything from last night..." He sinks when he says this, and that's all the confirmation I need to know I wasn't the only one on a romantic venture last night. "If she finds out, it will destroy her,"
"So what, we all just lie?"
"No. Not lying. Just leaving certain parts out,"
"Elaborate," I push.
Jonathan picks nervously at the material on his steering wheel. "We tell her that she and Steve got into an argument,"
