"Where's your head at Kayla," asked Emily, when I met her the next day at Starbucks.
"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"It was all over the party that you showed up with Jack and left with Ben," said Emily, punching my arm playfully, "You dog, you."
"Listen, nothing beyond a kiss happened with either of them," I said, defending myself.
Emily yelled at me, "You kissed them both!"
"Jesus Christ, keep it down," I said, "Its not that big of a deal."
"What do you mean? Jack is your best friend, and Ben is Jack's, like, least favorite person in the world," she said.
"Thank you, I had forgotten," I said sarcastically.
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, this is just a really big deal. You're taking home wrecker to a whole new level," she continued.
"You're literally the least helpful person in the world. I'm not talking about this anymore," I said, turning away from her.
"Fine, we won't discuss your various rendezvous. Can we, however, discuss how I made out with Philip," she said.
"Yes, puh-lease," I said, "let's discuss Philip."
We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the various pros and cons of dating a soccer player over a football player. Not that either group of boys were asking, but Em is always on the lookout.
When we got to my house I was greeted by Jack standing in my front yard, looking bruised and pissed off. I so hoped this was not my fault. Emily, however, seemed to hope it was.
"See ya later, Kayla," said Emily, "Hey Jack."
He only nodded at her. This was bad, no matter how annoyed he was, Jack was one of the friendliest kids in town.
"Hey," I said, giving an awkward little wave.
"We need to talk," he said and that was all it took. Oh, Lord, I thought to myself.
"Look, I'm sorry I left with Ben, I was cold and you were drunk anyways, I wouldn't have driven-" I said, before his lips smashing into mine cut me off.
I reflexively pushed him off, "What was that?"
"Do you feel anything at all when we kiss?" he asked.
"Jack-" I said.
"No. Don't 'Jack' me. Don't do that right now, I don't deserve that," he said.
"No, I don't deserve that! Jack, we're friends. We're not in a relationship! We're friends, we've always been friends. Nothing else!" I was yelling now, and Mrs. Haverford from next door came out to see what was wrong.
"Hi Mrs. Haverford, I'm sorry we're being so loud. Have a good day," I said quickly. Mrs. Haverford was a big talker, and I didn't have a ton of time.
"Let's go," I growled, dragging Jack to my car.