Confessions and Confrontations

“Where are we going?” I asked Drew when we had been driving for almost twenty minutes.

“You said it yourself. No one deserves to be broken up with over the phone,” he answered.

“Wait… What?! Don’t tell me that we’re going to Phoebe’s and Melanie’s hometown?”

“I want to be with you. I want to be able to tell my friends from the team and the whole college that I finally found a girl who occupies all of my thoughts. And that my girlfriend is the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen. I want them to envy me.”

“Drew... I want to be with you. But don’t you think that it’s cruel? You’re bringing me with you, shoving us right in Phoebe’s face…”

“I want to be honest. Just like I should have been from the very beginning. What I said to you, it’s the truth. When I realized that you were not only a hookup for me, that I wanted to be able to hold hands with you, to spend all my free time with you, to kiss you in every hallway of our college…”

“I was scared as hell. I had never felt like that before.”

I placed my hand on Drew’s thigh, squeezing it lightly. He smiled at me. I wanted to hear more about what he had been thinking.

“And there was Phoebe... she followed Mel everywhere, searching for every opportunity to spend time with me or just to be near me. I thought that maybe... maybe with her help, I would be able to forget about you.”

“Of course, it didn’t work, and when I saw how hurt you were because of me... How you couldn’t even look at me... Shit! I was so angry with myself! I got drunk as hell when we came home for the winter break.”

“I found the courage to tell her that I had feelings for you and that you’re the one that I want to be with. I had told her that when I wasn’t wasted yet, so I remembered the whole thing in the morning... But she acted as if nothing happened. Like I never told her anything.”

Drew smiled at me. He wasn’t used to talking about his feelings. Mostly because there weren’t any situations like that before, that was my guess, but I was sure I was right.

He confirmed this a minute later.

“This whole thing is so new to me, Rebecca. How did it even happen? This question circulated in my head, but I couldn’t find the answer. It just happened. I don’t know what I was thinking when I let her kiss me in front of you. Hell, I even kissed her back.”

“Seeing disgust in your eyes when I wanted to talk to you after... Fuck, it was like a punch to the gut. But it helped me realize that I couldn’t stand it. I wanted you to look at me, as you looked at me before this whole shit show happened.”

“The way you looked at me when we sat in my car and talked about our studies or our similar tastes in music or movies... I finally admitted to myself that I want to be with you, and only you. That’s why I sent you that text…”

“Still, you didn’t answer or even look at it. And then you decided to drive to my lake house with Logan. It made me furious with myself, and angry with him.”

“I decided to drive here with Lily, not with Logan. And, it gave me the opportunity to avoid you for as long as I could.”

“Yeah, I figured that out as soon as we arrived at the lake. I heard him talking with Mel, he sounded happy, so I realized that I was worried over nothing. You don’t have any idea what images were flashing in my mind... imagining you in his arms.

“Especially now that I know for sure that you slept with him, I don’t want to think about it. It’s in the past. It happened before you and me. Damn... But it’s hard... Mostly because I know the difference between Logan and me.

“He’s a perfect guy, and I am me... a womanizer and a man-whore. I know all of my nicknames, and in all honesty, I could tell that he would be a perfect boyfriend for you... I guess I am just too selfish, that’s why I came to your room last night.”

“You know, the outcome was pretty good, don’t you think?”

“Well, I talked things through with Logan… He was the one who suggested that I talk to Phoebe in person. He supported me. I knew that he cared about his relationship with Melanie, and still, I tried to destabilize him, to force him to admit his feelings for you, which he did by the way.

“Rebecca Dawson, you’re the first woman who was able to get both our attentions at the same time. But I suppose you know that by yourself.”

I smiled. It was flattering; I couldn’t deny it. These two gorgeous guys, stars of our college’s football team, were head over heels for me.

They also gave me the most marvelous orgasms in my life, because they both were experienced and very skillful. Even the memories gave me goosebumps. Fuck, Rebecca, snap out of it.

“Drew… Are you okay with Logan and me? I mean, that I slept with him…”

“I’m trying not to think about it. It happened in August a long time ago. I can’t say that I am okay with it. But he’s my best friend, and I trust him. If he said that you’re friends and nothing more, I believe him.”

Drew’s phone started to buzz. He glanced at the screen and frowned. He let the phone ring.

“Who is it?”

“Phoebe, we will be there in twenty minutes. I will call her back as soon as we reach the town.”

Drew placed his hand on mine, entwining our fingers together. I started to feel happy, like I hadn’t been for a couple of months, for sure.

Soon, we started talking about everything and anything. We were so comfortable together, just like we were before. I think both of us missed our conversations.

We arrived in the town, and Drew parked his car near a shop. He took his phone out and dialed.

“Hey, it’s me… Yeah, I was driving… I am good… Actually, where are you?… Yeah?… Look, Phoebe, I want to talk to you, and I am in your town… Yes, right now… Okay, I will be there.”

I suddenly felt nervous. I felt pity for Phoebe. No matter what I was thinking, what he was going to do was cruel.

“Drew? Maybe you could drop me off at a diner or in a big shopping center?”

“Why?” He started driving the car.

“Don’t you think it will be better?”

“No. She deserves to know the truth.”

“But…”

“Becca, I said no.”

Okay, I guess I can’t change his mind. I fell silent, fiddling with my fingers on my lap. Soon the car stopped before a small white house.

Phoebe was already on the porch. As soon as she saw the car, she started walking toward it. Drew stopped the car, but before he had the chance to step out of it, she had already opened the door to the front passenger seat.

Her smile disappeared; her eyes were clouded with confusion.

“What is she doing here?” she demanded.

“Phoebe, please, get in the car,” Drew said.

“Only after you tell me what this freshman bitch is doing here?”

“Don’t you dare call her that.” Now, that sounded like a threat. Just perfect.

Phoebe frowned and stared at Drew. He sighed.

“Listen, Phoebe, I want to talk to you. Could you please just get in the car? I will drive us to a café or bar, so we can sit and talk?”

“Will she join us?” She pointed her finger at me. She knew my name, but she refused to call me by it.

“No, I will wait for Drew in the car. It’s just between you and him.” I didn’t let him answer.

“Okay.”