My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 16

"I hate these jeans," Michelle informed me, as we walked to lunch together.

"Why's that?" I asked, laughing.

She'd literally just bought those jeans.

"Because they make my butt look big," she complained, twisting her head so she could see her butt.

"You look beautiful."

"Shut up."

I laughed, thanking the kid that was holding open the lunchroom door as I walked in.

"So how was the boat trip?" Michelle asked, as we took our place in the lunch line.

"It's not anything I can tell you here," I sad, with a smirk.

"Emily Winston what did you do?"

I had to look away from her to laugh.

"This is so juicy, at least give me a hint! Who was it?"

"Parker Adams."

"You kissed him didn't you?"

"Not like that."

"How is it not like that? How do you kiss someone and have it not like that?"

"You kiss them to win a bet."

"You have stupid bets."

"And I win."

We stepped up to claim our lunches, and I claimed the last salad there was, smiling at Michelle behind me.

She sighed, grabbing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because we both refused to eat hot lunch.

I can't even tell if that's supposed to be chili or sloppy joes.

"So what did Parker say?" Michelle asked me, after we both checked out with our lunches.

"We didn't talk about it much. We both just agreed that the kiss was platonic."

"I'm telling you," Michelle said, as we took a seat at our lunch table. "There's no such thing as a platonic kiss."

"Depends on who it is," Hannah argued, pointing her fork in our direction.

And so I started my story over.

~*~

"Where are you headed to?" Daniel asked, falling into step with me.

"Away from you."

"Ouch."

"But it's the truth."

"Come on Emily," Daniel said, with a sigh. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

"There is no forgiving here Daniel," I informed him, whirling around to face him. "You broke my heart. That's where the story ends."

"A story can't end like that," he defended. "At least let me make it up to you."

"Not going to happen."

"Just let me take you out to dinner," he pleaded, a sincere look in his eyes.

"Will your other three whores be there?"

"Emily, it wasn't like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Look Daniel, you had your chance. And you blew it. And that's that." And then I turned and walked away.

"Their names were Danielle, Melissa, and Sandy," he called, jogging to catch back up with me. "They were strippers at the club."

"I really don't care to hear this story."