"So, have you fucked Lizzie yet?" Ethan, out of all people, asks me. I want to punch him.

Ethan became one of those jocky jerks who became nothing more than a player and a liar.

"Come on, Ethan," I say, shaking my head. "Stop being a douche."

"I'm not being anything. I'm just asking. You've been with her since like what? The end of junior high?"

"Well, stop. I don't want to talk about this."

"You have, haven't you?"

And that was when it hit me...the memory.