Free The Crescent by Jordan Deen

think my parent’s will let me go out on a school night.”
    “I could always pick you up and take you home.” Alex still pushed the issue. Something in my gut told me to say no.
    But I didn’t. “Sure. I’d like that.” I said just before his lips were back to mine again and his hands ran down the length of my arms.
    “I’ll see you at 7. Bye Jillian, see you tomorrow.” Alex flashed his knee-buckling grin and headed towards his car.
    “Ok… so you said you didn’t think there would be anything.”
    “I didn’t.” I mean, after all I did leave him half naked with a hard on just two nights ago.
    “Why didn’t you think there would be anything?”
    My jaw clenched; I was going to have to tell her the whole story. We walked arm in arm to her car and I waited until we were pulling out of the parking lot to start telling her the tragic events from Friday.
    “I got drunk with Alex and ended up in bed with him. I turned him down and I figured he’d be pissed.” I gave her the condensed version, wanting mostly to minimize her scrutiny.
    “WHAT?” Jillian reacted just as I assumed she would. “Are you crazy? Why did you turn him down?”
    “Brandon.” Oh boy. Shouldn’t have said that.
    “See, I knew he had competition.” Jillian laughed as we pulled onto the street leading to the clinic. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. I didn’t find this the least bit funny. “Brandon was at the party? So what did he say?”
    “No he wasn’t there. I haven’t talked to him. I haven’t even seen him.” I mumbled. Not wanting to admit to her that Brandon had a staring role in my dreams only.
    Jillian looked puzzled as we waited our turn at the stop sign. “Are you feeling ok? I mean, seriously? You turned down Alex for someone you haven’t even talked to? You’re crazy.”
    I already knew that. Alex was a great guy, a great kisser and I’m sure even great at the activity that I so stupidly, and drunkenly, stopped. “Maybe it was the alcohol.” At least I knew he wasn’t mad at my retreat from him on Friday night and technically I had another date with him tonight… well sort of.
    “Speaking of alcohol…” Jillian put the car in park in front of the clinic. “I slept with Justin on Friday night.” My mouth fell open. We had known Justin since the fifth grade and always considered him a major geek.
    “SERIOUSLY? Why didn’t you tell me on Saturday?”
    “I wanted to tell you in person.” She hesitated playing with the keys in the ignition… “And I kind of thought you’d tell me that you slept with Alex first. That way I wouldn’t feel like such a hoe.”
    We sat in silence for several moments. “Well… was it better than the first time at least?”
    Jillian started laughing, “It was worse actually!” We got interrupted when Michelle, the receptionist for the clinic, came out and told me they needed my help. I wanted to continue talking to Jillian, but didn’t want to keep my Aunt waiting.
    Jillian asked before I got out to the car, “What are you going to do about Alex?”
    I looked at the clinic and slipped back into the car to keep the conversation private. “I don’t know. I mean, the feeling is there and trust me I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop on Friday. But like today it made me a little uncomfortable that he just assumed that I wanted him to drive me and that I’d be ok with him picking me up.”
    Jillian grinned, “Just means he is aggressive, he knows what he wants. Shit I’d die if a guy looked at me the way he looked at you today in class. The way he kissed you made ME blush.” Jillian’s eyes got really big and we both started laughing.
    “Ok I have to go.” I hugged her.
    “Call me tonight after Alex drops you off.”
    At 6:59 the familiar rumbling of his Camaro shook the clinic’s windows. I already told Aunt Jamie that I couldn’t stay tonight because Alex was driving me home. She winked and said “young love.” My Aunt was a pretty woman who said