Free Two-Way Street by Lauren Barnholdt

with my fingers. I’m starting to feel light-headed. Is this how celebrities feel, having their secrets splashed across the tabloids and wondering how the hell everyone found out?
    “I guess Lloyd left some kind of comment on your MySpace profile,” Jordan says, shrugging, “that led B. J. to believe you two were a thing.”
    I haven’t checked my MySpace since last night, before I let Lloyd grope me. Although it wasn’t really groping. It was more like…I dunno, stroking? Eww, that sounds so nasty. And it wasn’t. Nasty, I mean. It just wasn’t amazing, like it is with Jordan. Lloyd was kind of tentative, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Not like I do. Know what I’m doing, exactly. Besides, you’d think that Lloyd would have taken the lead, since I know for a fact he’s not a virgin and I am. Although not by my choice. I start thinking about that night in Miami with Jordan again and I really do feel dizzy.
    “What did it say?” I ask, trying to make the room stop spinning.
    “What did what say?” Jordan asks, frowning. He takes the last bite of his burger and licks his lips again. Can he STOP DOING THAT? Really, how much can one person lick his lips?
    “What did the MySpace comment say?” I take a small sip of soda in an effort to calm my stomach down. Isn’t that what soda is supposed to do? Make your stomach calm down? Actually, I think that’s just ginger ale. Flat ginger ale.
    “You don’t know?”
    “I haven’t been online since last night,” I say. “My laptop was already packed.” I mean it to come out as kind of a dig, like I was all packed up and he wasn’t, but it comes out like I’m panicked.
    “I’m not sure.” Jordan shrugs, and balls up the paper that his Whopper was wrapped in. He’s not sure? He’s not sure? That’s ridiculous. How can he not be sure? As soon as B. J. was like, “Lloyd left Courtney a MySpace comment and I think they’re a thing,” Jordan should have been like, “Why, what did it say?” That’s what I would have done.
    “Oh.” My stomach is on fire now, but I’m ignoring it. “Well,” I say, standing up. I stretch my arms over my head like I don’t have a care in the world. “I’m going to the bathroom, and then we’ll get back on the road, sound good?”
    “Sure.” He stands up and starts to gather the trash from our table and put it on the tray. I walk toward the rest rooms, but as soon as I’m out of Jordan’s sight, I pull out my cell and dial Jocelyn.
    “Hello,” she says, sounding groggy.
    “Hi!” I say. “It’s me.”
    “Oh,” she says. There’s a muffled noise on the line, like she’s rolling over.
    “Are you sleeping?” I say.
    “Yes,” she mumbles.
    “Oh,” I say. “Well, listen, I need you to do something for me.”
    “What?”
    “You need to check my MySpace page for me.” I look over my shoulder, fearful Jordan might head for the bathrooms when he’s done picking up the garbage and see me standing outside, talking on my cell. I walk quickly toward the bathrooms just in case, figuring I can talk as easily in there and not arouse suspicion.
    “Now?” Jocelyn asks, sighing. “Honey, no one has left you any comments this morning, trust me. It’s too early for that.” She yawns.
    “It was last night,” I say. “Lloyd left me a comment last night.”
    “What?!” she screeches, sounding fully awake. I hear another mumbled noise, and then the sound of her computer booting up. “What does it say?”
    “I don’t know,” I say, trying not to become exasperated with her, since she’s my one link to the Internet. “That’s why I’m asking you to check.” There’s a line at the bathroom that stretches out the door and into the hallway, and I fall into it, behind a woman and her baby. She has a pink streak in her hair. The woman, not the baby.
    “How do you know he left you a comment?” she asks gleefully. “Court, this is so hot, what do you think it says?”
    “I don’t know,” I say.