Four Years Ago

Shanna was cold as ice to me the next morning – and it wasn’t just her hangover. She gave me the glare of death the entire time I was getting ready, though she didn’t say anything.

Finally I turned around and blurted out, “I didn’t sleep with him.”

“What a coincidence,” she sneered. “Neither did I.”

I hustled out of there as fast as possible and went to my English class.

I know Shanna was pissed, and she had every right to be – but it’s not like I’d wangled a hot new boyfriend out of the deal.

In fact, I was absolutely sure I would never see him again.

Not like ‘see’ as in ‘go out on a date with,’ either.

‘See’ as in ‘run into around town.’

I had resigned myself to that fact for many reasons.

He was an incredibly good-looking guy (incredibly good-looking), in a band, cool, charismatic, funny, surprisingly smart – and he was used to picking up women and sleeping with them the same night.

He’d had a brief interruption the previous night, that was all. For whatever reason, he had aband