“Why?” Grace is the only thing in my head. My friend, crying, my friend running out of here this morning, my friend hating me. This is really fucked up.

“I didn’t mean that…please, Tina please look at me.” I jumped to conclusions. She is nervous and she wants to please me. She really did come her to see if I was ok. I just I owe it to her to hear her out. “I swear to you Tina, what I said to you last night was true.”

Which part? Wanting me or saying you understood me when I said that it was all a mistake better left in the past?

“Which part?” I’ll let her fill on the blanks. Grace is going to kill me. My mother is going to disown me. *****, like I don’t know what she’s going to say. But if she says it, and she’ll mean it, I won’t have a chance. I could find happiness in Bette, but lose everything else. I can’t do that, not yet.

“You know what Bette? Please don’t even answer that. I’ve had enough trouble this morning.” I know it was mean, I should apologize. Her big brown eyes, just lost their shine. ***** and I did that. Another thing I’m sorry I did to another person.

“I’m trouble now?” With the lip quivering. Can’t I just stop hurting people that I care about. But whose feelings do I care about more is the 25,000 dollar question.

“After everything that happened last night and this morning, I realized it was a mistake. That I shouldn’t have let you kiss me, or even dance with me. It was all a mistake.” There I chose. But will she believe me?

“I told you that I was dancing with you to keep you company.” ***** she didn’t believe me. Not only that, but now she’s ***** with me. Two can play that game.

“I believe it was to protect me. You promised your brother.” Ha. She didn’t think I’d remember. Her face is so priceless. It’s all stunned. Maybe she was expecting me to be mad at her. It’s so adorable that I have to laugh. She soon joined me.

“I swear it started out that way. But by that second dance. Protecting you wasn’t the only thing on my mind.” Holy *****!! Adding a little eyebrow arch to capitalize her point. She’s driving me crazy. How could I forget last night.