Chapter Seven

Tina Kennard narrative

I was completely surprised by Bette. I hadn’t seen her coming, for all I knew she was still upstairs doing things I didn’t want to hear about with Billy.

Although I had always been told that guys don’t find drunk girls attractive, the contrary seemed to be true. I had had a few – okay, a lot – drinks too much and some guys were hidding on me. They weren’t coming too close so I enjoyed playing with them. Only one took it way too seriously and he was about to jump on me as Bette showed up.

Amazing Bette Porter. She just kissed me and it felt wonderful. It felt like I had been waiting for it forever, as if I had lived my whole life just to get here. Her hand on my breast was a nice addition too. I was glad I had been too nervous to think about wearing a bra. I was just having the time of my life kissing the hottest girl on planet Earth as she stopped the kiss. I really wanted her to go on, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak.

Bette threw an arm around my shoulder and looked at the annoying guy, with a huge smirk on her face.

“This one is taken, Ray. Hands off.”

He was too dumbstruck to answer her at first. I felt the strongest woman ever alive, standing there with Bette holding me. It was as if it was Bette and me against the world.
“But, Bette, I thought you and Billy…”

“You thought wrong. Now off, Billy and I are still friends and I swear to God I can make the rest of your life at college a hell.”

“Whoa, don’t bite me.” He smirked, as if she was sure that wasn’t what he wanted. I saw Bette looking at him poisonously. “I just didn’t know about you and Billy.”

“You know now.”

“What the hell is going on here?” I heard a male voice say. I had this feeling who it could be and turned around. My fear had come true: it was Billy Banks. I already had this feeling that whatever Bette and Billy had done upstairs, it wasn’t breaking up.