“What if we just made Porter disappear?” West mused.
I burst into laughter. Covering my face with my arms, I let the amusement clear all the other thoughts from my head.
“Busted.”
Moving my arms, I looked directly up at Kai. His eyes were closer to sea foam today and his lips were set in a straight line.
“What?”
“Busted,” he repeated. “You were noticeably absent from Mr. Hamilton’s class. Your girlfriend looked lonely.”
I grimaced. “She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Why not?” West asked. “She seems like she’d give good head.”
“That’s a ridiculous determinant for a girlfriend.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“You’re a pig,” Kai chortled. He dropped into the space between us, which wasn’t much considering his broad shoulders. With the proximity, his arm was pressed against mine. “Besides, nobody gives better head than a man.”
West snorted. “How would you know? You’ve never had a woman suck your dick.”
“And you’ve never had a man, so I guess we’ll never know.”
“Sen?”
“What?” I asked.
“Which do you think would be better?”
West’s question didn’t even deserve a response, but I allowed myself to consider it. It was hard to speculate, considering I hadn’t enjoyed it much the couple times it happened. First, with my girlfriend from high school. I told her it wasn’t my thing and we just had sex from then on, which was fine, but I wasn’t sure why people raved about it so much.
“Women are prettier,” I decided.
“I think I’m downright gorgeous,” Kai countered.
“Yeah.”
It was silent for a beat before I realized what I’d said. I sat up straight, ready to bolt, but Kai’s arm came out to block me. He used it to push me back down, but I couldn’t relax. My heart was going a mile a minute.
“Don’t be so skittish,” he chided. “We’re all friends here. West has kissed me on more than one occasion. Each of them without my consent, I might add.”
“That’s not… I’m not…”
“Yeah, you’re not gay. I already know that, so relax.”
I took a deep breath, letting my eyes fall shut. This wasn’t home. I was in the presence of friends who I trusted and if they didn’t think it was a big deal, maybe it really wasn’t.
A slippery slope.
“So, why’d you skip?”
“West wanted to play football,” I replied.
“He’s a bad influence. If you’re gonna do bad things, at least invite me.”
“It was spur of the moment,” West chimed in.