Some Girls Do

Lisa promised not to tell, but she did ask a lot of questions. The one that bothered Zack the most was, "Why?"

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"I don't know," he answered.

Lisa raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"You don't know," she repeated. "Or you don't want to tell me?"

Zack shrugged, exasperated, "Both! Can we just drop it?"

"Zack, if you found, say, Jessie and I in the throes of lesbian passion-"

"Shhh!" Zack looked frantically around the Max.

"Wouldn't you demand answers?"

"That would be different."

"How?"

"Well, for one thing, I'd think that were hot."

"Who says that I don't?" Lisa interrupted casually, taking a sip of her milkshake.

Zack stared at her in disbelief.

"Girls don't think that's hot."

"Some girls do," Lisa shrugged, her dark curls jumping. "So, I take it you haven't completely crossed over."

"Hell no. Me, give up girls?"

"And so, again, I raise the question: why?"

Zack leaned back into the booth's seat. This was torture. Why did he always have to be interrogated? Who knows why he does anything?

"I don't have a reason."

"Make one up."

"Why do you care?"

"I just do!"

People were beginning to stare. Zack flashed a smile and laughed before bringing his face close to Lisa's and whispering loudly.

"I. Don't. Know. It just happens sometimes."

"Sometimes? As in, more than once?"

"Yeah, more than once," Zack admitted, nibbling dejectedly at a French fry.

"Wow," Lisa's eyes were wide as plates. "Have you…" she checked around for eavesdroppers. "You know. Have you?"

Zack rested his forehead in his hands and sighed. Why was he telling her this?

"Yes."

He looked up, surprised, when Lisa giggled and bounced in her seat.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Who's on top? I mean, Slater's buff, but you're…I don't know, you're you."

"For fuck's sake, Lisa, do I have to give you the play-by-play?"

Lisa looked away and drank her shake. Zack felt lousy for yelling at her, but things were getting ridiculous, and the last thing he needed was everyone at the Max hearing more of this.

"No," she finally answered. "But I thought you might want someone to listen. I know I would. I also think you should figure out why you're doing this, even if it scares you, because," her voice was shaky. "It will probably make you feel better, and then maybe you'll stop acting like a total jerk for a little while."

Zack watched her count out three dollars and leave it on the table, picking up her designer bag and smoothing her purple suede skirt.

"Don't be ashamed," she said, and it was more like a plea.

Zack waited for her to speak again, but instead she turned and left.