I laughed and stretched my arm across the back of her chair. “It’s like you were reading my mind.”
* * *
The whole year seemed to be getting pretty jazzed about this formal thing. In the days leading up to it, it was all anyone could talk about. Who are you going with? How are you getting there? What are you wearing? Even the guys were asking. It’s was crazy considering it was a school event and would undoubtedly be pretty boring. If my mum and Trina hadn’t colluded over getting me to go, I’d happily skip the event all together. But I had to admit, I was kind of happy about riding in the limo since I’d never been in one before. The idea was made better with the knowledge that Trina would be coming to the formal as a part of our group instead of as Ben’s date. Thank fuck. Every time I thought about that guy, I clenched my fists.
“Hey, what’s got you frowning like that?” Trina asked, reaching out to touch the knit between my brows. It was lunch and some of my ex-friends were playing footy not far from where we sat on the grass.
“Nothing that matters.” I flashed her a smile then laid back, looking up at the sky with my arms folded behind my head.
Katrina leaned on my chest, her long hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against my face as she moved it over to one side. “Do you ever miss it?”
“Miss what? Playing footy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Being popular, dummy.”
I smiled, reaching up and tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I’d only miss it if you were over there instead of right here with me.”
She laughed lightly as she rolled off my chest and onto her back next to me. “Do you think you can get over yourself enough to dance with me at the formal?”
With a laugh, I turned my head to face her. “You’re not worried about dancing with a monster like me? It might ruin your reputation.”
“Oh David, my reputation was ruined the moment I let you sit next to me on the bus all those years ago.”
I laced my fingers through hers. “Good. I want you ruined for everyone else.”
* * *
The day of the formal rolled around. Dressed to the nines, we met at Erin’s house to wait for the limousine. Erin's family owned an indoor sports centre and their home was a flat attached at the back of it. Between the eight people in our group and their families, the parking lot was chockas. Parents crowded around, taking photos like they were paparazzi and were about to score their next big pay cheque.
We did look good though.
I just wished it wasn’t so damn hot. While all the guys were sweltering in suits, the girls were in dresses that showed off all their lovely curves and kept them cool. Katrina wore a short, pale blue spaghetti strap dress that looked amazing on her. And even though we weren’t officially going to this thing together, she gave me a pale blue tie, so we matched.
Her hair was cut and styled so it fell in soft curls at her shoulders, and she wore a pair of low-heeled shoes that made her around the same height as me. She was truly stunning, and I honestly had trouble keeping my eyes—and my hands—off her.
On a regular day, we tended to touch whenever we were near out of habit, or perhaps comfort. But that night was different. My hand kept wandering over to rest on her back, to hold her hand, to wrap around her waist. I felt an overwhelming need to keep her by my side, hold her close.
“You’re good at this dancing thing,” she said with a huge smile as we swayed together on the dance floor. Her fingers were laced behind my neck and my hands gripped her hips a little tighter than they should.
“I never said I couldn’t dance,” I replied, my voice husky because…shit. I think I’m about to kiss her. Look away. I cleared my throat. “I said I don’t dance.”
“Well, don’t I feel special?”
I grinned. “You should.”
She laughed before resting her head on my shoulder. I held her even tighter.
* * *
I still couldn’t let go of her when we arrived at the after party. For a guy who never did anything that could be considered ‘relationshippy’ I was certainly acting like the possessive boyfriend. And there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
Somewhere in my brain there was a tiny voice that kept yelling, ‘This is a terrible idea. You’re messing everything up.’ But the rest of me kept going along like it had decided Trina and I were together now and my logical self had no say in the matter.
A fact made worse by the introduction of alcohol.
As with most parties, there was always someone with an older sibling or parent’s with loose morals who supplied the grog. There was a keg of beer as well as tubs filled with those vodka mixes the girls seem to like.
And since we were teenagers at a party, we got drunk—everyone did. A band had been set up to one side of the property, and everyone was dancing, drinking, and having a great time.
“The after party is way better than the actual formal,” Trina yelled over the music while she jumped up and down to the beat, flinging her arms this way and that. She was smashed.
“I think we should get you some water,” I said, catching her by the elbows as she stumbled a little.
She looked into my eyes and frowned. “I think I need some water.”
With a laugh, I nodded like it was always her idea. “Sounds good.” Taking her hand, we went hunting for said water and found a tub filled with bottles of it.
“Who the hell’s party is this, anyway?” I asked, pulling one out and handing it to her.
“I have no idea. But it’s so well catered for.”
“Right?”
“Let’s go sit down for a bit.”
“Sure,” I said, following her over to a tree with a trunk so thick, that I think it would take two of me to wrap my arms around it.
“Here, sit on this,” I said, laying my jacket on the ground so she didn’t ruin her dress with the dirt.
“Such a gentleman.” She laughed, taking a seat.
“Don’t tell anyone.” I knocked my shoulder against hers.
“I don’t have to. Everyone can see it. You have a soft spot for me, David Taylor.”
Scrubbing a hand across my jaw, I let out a laugh. “Is that what’s going on?”
She took a breath and nodded. “Yeah. You do things for me that you won’t do for any other girl.”
“That’s because you’re my best friend.”
“Yeah. Well, that’s what we tell ourselves isn’t it?”
My heart kicked up a beat. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” she said, frowning. “I think I’ve had too much to drink. I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“No. I want to hear this.”
“It’s just…” She pressed her lips together like she wasn’t going to say anymore, then surprised me by saying, “I don’t see any other best friends who hug the way we do; touch the way we do; share a bed in secret…”
“That was only a couple of times.”
“We’re too close to be only best friends.”
Too close. Every tiny molecule in my body wanted me to grab her and show her how close I wanted to be. I couldn’t even hear that little voice telling me no anymore.
“Then what are we?” I asked, moving closer.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her eyes flicking between my mouth and my eyes. “You treat me like I’m yours, like I mean the world to you.”
“You do.”
“But then you don’t want anything more than that. You’ll mess around with any other girl. But you won’t do anything meaningful with me.”
My forehead landed against hers. “Everything we do is meaningful.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” she whispered, her breath soft and sweet against my skin. I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her.
Letting out a tiny moan, she parted her lips, inviting my demanding tongue in.
“Trina.” Her name came out as a sigh as I laced my fingers through her hair and brought her closer so our mouths had no
where else to go.
Every inch of my body buzzed as I moved my tongue against hers. She tasted like the alcohol she’d been drinking and the delicate flavour I remembered as being uniquely her, the flavour I craved and fought against, fought for, lived for. Shit. What was I doing?
“Trina.” I placed my hands on her hips, pulling away slightly as I realised what a terrible mistake we were making. We were best friends. I couldn’t lose that because my dick decided to take control of my thoughts for the night.
“Do the things to me that you do to other girls, David,” Trina whispered against my lips, obviously not understanding I was trying to stop. “It won’t mean anything, I promise.” She placed a hand on the side of my face and peppered tiny kisses along my jaw, her other hand at my waist, pulling at my shirt. The moment her fingers touched the bare skin of my stomach, I shuddered.
“Trina.”
“Please, David. This won’t change anything. I just want it to be you.” Her hands moved to my belt. “I trust you. You’re the only one I trust to do it.”
It? I clapped my hands over hers to stop her. “Trina, stop. What are you asking?” I was pretty sure I knew, but I had to be positive.
Her blue eyes met mine, concerned and hopeful. “I want you to be my first, David. You were my first kiss. I trust you more than I trust anyone, and since I know you would never tell—”
“No.” I recoiled away from her. Not because I didn’t want her—the throbbing in my dick said otherwise—but because my sense had returned enough to realise what a colossal error that would be. Eight years of friendship for one night of sex? And not even great sex because first times hurt girls. No. I couldn’t do that to us. I couldn’t be the guy to hurt her. No. We needed to stop.
The distance I created between us felt like a cavernous void when I watched her eyes shift from hopeful to hurt to sorrowful.
“I’m sorry, Trina,” I started, reaching for her, needing to comfort her because I felt like a colossal arse. What is wrong with me?
She swiped her hands in the air, pushing me away as she jumped to her feet. “I want to go home,” she said, her voice cold, gaze averted as she sniffled.
“Trina, I’m—”
“Don’t.” She held up her hand. “I’m embarrassed enough.”
“Don’t be. I’m the one who should be sorry. I did this to us. I should never have kissed you like that. I crossed the line and I’m so sorry. I really am.”
Her eyes flashed as she turned my way. “Crossed the line? Crossed the fucking line? What line? The line where our friendship ends and this weird emotional connection begins? Or the line where every girl out there is worthy of that dick they’re always whispering about except me?”
My mouth opened and closed but I had no fucking clue what to say to that. In a way, she was right; we did have a messed up connection. One I knew that I was responsible for muddying because I didn’t want her and I wanted her all at the same time. But she was wrong about not being worthy—I was ignoring the part about my dick because she was drunk and angry, and my dick wasn’t the real issue here—because she was more worthy than anyone I knew. I was the one who wasn’t worthy of her. She deserved more than I could give her.
“I think we should walk to the shops and call your dad from there, sober you up a little.”
She released her breath, a tear falling as she looked at me in disbelief. Then she turned away, walking around the outside of the party to avoid seeing anyone on our way to the road. Each step brought on quiet sniffles as she cried, and I wanted to punch myself in the dick. I had just ruined the most perfect night in history by kissing my best friend. Fuck.
“I know we shouldn’t leave the party, Dad,” Trina said into her phone when we made it to the illuminated bus stop outside the row of shops. She kept her back to me, but I could still see her wiping at her tears intermittently. “It was getting out of hand… No, no one’s fighting… yes… Dad, don’t do that, just come and pick us up, please…Thank you.” She sounded relieved as she pressed the screen to end the call.
“Everything OK?”
She looked at me and shrugged. “He wanted to know if he should call the police to break the party up.”
“He’s not really going to is he?”
“No, he’s not happy about it. But he won’t make the call.”
A tiny beat of heavy silence passed as we both stared at the road. I couldn’t take it.
“Listen, about before—”
Closing her eyes, she knitted her brow. “Please, David, I’m begging you. Forget I even asked. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on the dancing. I don’t care. Just don’t talk about it again.” She swiped at a fat tear as it slid from her eye. “Please.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded once. We remained silent until we got home. God, what have I done to us?
* * *
“How was the formal?” Mum asked eagerly when I came through the door. “I didn’t expect you home this early.”
Not wanting her to see how upset I was, I went straight to my room to change. “It was fine, Ma. I’m just tired.”
“Hey. Come and talk to me.” She followed me to the hall. “Did something happen?”
“Everything is fine. I just want to go to bed.”
“David.” She caught me just as I entered my room, blocking me from shutting the door. Folding her arms across her chest, she looked me dead in the eye and said, “Spill.”
Dropping onto the edge of my bed with a sigh, I pulled the pale blue tie from my neck and ran it between my fingers. “I messed up with Trina,” I started, once again, spilling my guts. My mum has never once judged me for my choices and frankly, she gave great advice.
“So, you kissed Katrina” she said, giving her shoulders a bounce like it was no big deal. “Anyone could see that was going to happen.”
“Yeah, but she wanted more, and I knocked her back. And now I think she hates me.”
“I don’t think Trina could ever hate you. But I think you do need to decide whether you want a relationship with her or a friendship. Toeing the line is just confusing things and hurting both of you.” Entering my room, she sat beside me on the bed, and placed a soothing hand on my back.
“I don’t even know how to be in a relationship. I’ve never wanted one because they all turn to shit.”
“Well, it’s a lot like being friends, but there’s a lot more kissing involved. And they don’t have to turn to shit,” she said, repeating my words even though she hated me using foul language. “Some couples are just meant to be, and it doesn’t matter how old you are when you get together. It lasts.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if we do this and end up hating each other? I’ll have lost my girlfriend and my best friend.”
“That’s a very defeatist way of looking at things.”
I shook my head. “Honestly mum, I’m scared.”
“Of?”
“Of being a failure. Of turning out like Dad with the gambling and the drinking, and…” I scrunched up my face and raked a hand through my hair. “I don’t want that future for me and Trina.”
“Oh David. You are nothing like your father. You look like him, and that’s where the resemblance stops. Is that why you’ve never had a girlfriend? Because of him?”
I bounced my shoulders, shaking my head slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe.” The memory of that night I found him drunk on the floor revisited me. He told me I was good for nothing, that I was worthless, and I couldn’t help thinking that if a man like him thought I was worthless, then what good could I possibly be to anyone? I needed to be more, to make something of myself before I could even think about being deserving of another person. As I was, I was nothing, I had nothing. I wasn’t worthy. “I’m just not ready, Mum.”
“OK,” she said, touching me lightly on the head. “Then you explain that to Trina and you wait. If it’s meant to be between you two, the opportunity will present itself when the time is right. For both of you.”
“I�
�m really scared she’s gonna hate me.” I sighed.
“Be honest with her, David. She won’t hate you. She loves you.”
* * *
It took me a really long time to fall asleep because I wanted to go to Trina and explain myself. I wanted to apologise and beg her not to let that night ruin our friendship. My thoughts must have called her to me because I heard a tap on my window and found her standing outside, still wearing her formal dress.
“What are you doing? You must be freezing,” I whispered harshly, opening my screen and helping her to climb in.
“I needed to see you,” she replied breathlessly.
“Well, I’m glad you came.” Closing the window, I turned to her and rubbed my hands up and down her arms to generate some warmth. “We need to talk.”
“I didn’t come here to talk, David.”
“What do you—” Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, arms going around my neck, tongue pushing past my lips.
I could have stopped it, but fuck, I didn’t want to. I’d knocked her back once tonight, and if I did it again, it would surely be the end of us. And besides, I wanted this just as much as she did. I was just too chickenshit to go after it. Trina was far braver with her heart than I was.
Responding in kind, I kissed her back, holding her hips as we fell onto my bed all tangled up in each other.
“I want it to be you,” she whispered in my ear as she positioned herself on top of me and reached between my legs with her hand.
“Are you sure?” I whispered as I kissed her jaw and reached up, kneading her breasts with my hands, getting completely lost in what was happening.
She brought her mouth to mine and slid her tongue slowly over my own, drinking me in, devouring me as she used her hand to slide the tip of my cock around her opening.
“Be careful,” I warned, knowing the other girls I’d been with had a bit of trouble adjusting to my size. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll be a perfect fit,” she assured me, lowering herself down. I closed my eyes and moaned as she took me inside her body. It really was as if she was my perfect fit.
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