“I just have a bad feeling, that’s all.”
Amber and Eddie have been in an unusual amount of fights lately, and both Rich and I are taking bets on how long it will be before they break up.
By the looks of it, I’m gonna lose this one.
“Maybe her going will be good for you? I mean, you guys have been at each other’s throats a lot lately. Ever since…”
“Don’t you dare say it.”
Smirking, I hold up my hands and say, “Wouldn’t dare.”
He goes back to wrenching on the car, refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room.
But it’s hard to ignore what’s already causing so many problems between them. Despite the fact that he and Amber are supposed to be getting married in a few months, which already has put a lot of pressure on his relationship. About a year back, he got stupidly drunk at a party and ended up sleeping with this hoe named Jinafer. He just recently came clean about it, and even though Amber forgave him, shit’s been real tense.
“How is Poppy and Pippa?”
For a second, he glances at me. “Why don’t you say what you really mean, Wes, and ask how Poppy’s doing?”
I slide up against one of the walls and shrug. “How is she doing?”
“As far as I know, fine. She’s getting ready to transfer to some Ivy league school in the fall.”
“Is she single?”
Eddie shrugs. “If you’re asking if she’s still a virgin, she’s not.”
Just the thought of her losing it to someone else, makes me regret not following through with that kiss. It’s not like I haven’t moved on myself. After the whole prom debacle, I ended up losing my V-card to some girl in Job Corps, after a little too much peer pressure.
It wasn’t awful.
It wasn’t good either.
Since then, there’s been a sling of girls I’ve added to my list, but none of them have ever meant anything to me, not like Poppy.
“Oh.”
He smirks. “Still regretting not taking her virginity on prom night?”
“First of all, she never officially asked me to take it. Second, I was tired of fighting a fight I couldn’t win. No matter what I did, she could never see me as anything more than some hoodlum felon, not fit to lick her shoes.”
“You are a hoodlum felon, Wes, just a bit more redeemed now. Job Corps was good for you. Made you the man you are today.”
I nod, still unsure.
“So, who’d she lose it to?”
Rich walks into the room and laughs. “If we’re talking about Poppy, she lost her virginity to some dude she was dating in college. His name started with a V… Victor… Vincent… no wait it was something preppier, I think. Vance. That’s it. Vance Ellington.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me?”
“I shit you not, my friend. She lost it to some preppy dude.”
“How do you know this?” I question, crossing my arms in front of me.
“Poppy and I talk. Unlike you, she doesn’t hate my guts,” Rich explains.
He motions for a wrench, and I hand it to him. “She has no reason to hate my guts, Rich.”
