More Than Her

"Oh, okay," Micky said, pulling me from thoughts. "Maybe I should remind you that I answered a call on your phone from Marissa just last week."

Lucy gasped.

The guys stayed silent. We know when to keep our mouths shut.

Amanda obviously didn't, "Who's Marissa?" she said from next to me. I shook my head at her. She shrugged.

"Jakes super model ex-girlfriend," Micky answered.

"She's not my ex-girlfriend."

"Whatever," Micky huffed.

"Dude," Jake said to me. "Tell her."

I took in a deep breath. "She's not." I said to Micky. "They never dated. She wanted to. She invited herself as his date for prom. I think they fooled around a couple of times." Micky's face contorted to a look of disgust. "Not sex." I clarified.

"Oh, well that helps." She rolled her eyes.

Then Dylan spoke up, "Who gives a shit. You guys are all good now. That's all that matters, right?" There's a hint of anger in his tone, but no one digs further.

It was quiet for a moment. No one wanting to speak. Dylan had that kind of presence. Amanda nudged my side, a questioning look on her face. I guess she hadn't seen this side of Dylan before.

I just smiled at her, my arm going around her shoulder, I leaned in to tell her something but my cap hit her head, she laughed. Faced me, turned it backwards, then resumed her position. "Are you buzzed?" she asked.

Yes. "I think maybe a little. But fuck, I missed you," I whispered into her ear.

The others had started talking again, ignoring us.

She bit her lip, turning her head and facing me. I saw her slowly leaning in. My heart started to pound faster. I licked my lips and waited.

But then the back door opened and I heard Heidi. "Hey guys," she greeted, causing Amanda to pull away. I threw my head back, frustrated. And then caught Lucy smirking. She tipped her beer towards me. I did the same.

"Nice of you to fucking join us," Dylan spat.

Heidi took a step forward, getting closer to him. "I told you had sorority stuff to take care of." She sounded pissed. Amanda leaned closer into me. I rubbed her arm up and down.

Everyone watched Dylan and Heidi.

"Sure. Sorority stuff." He rolled his eyes, mocking her tone. "You mean stuff with that asshole, Jonah"

"Not now, D." She was getting more and more a

"Not now, she says." He faced everyone, then looked up at her. "Then when? When do you think you might be able to schedule your fucking boyfriend into your life, huh?"

He was on his feet, in her face. We never saw Dylan and Heidi argue, so the fact that this was happening right now had us all a little on edge.

"Oh wait..." Dylan continued. And I don't know much about girls, but I was pretty sure this would be about the time he shut the fuck up. Whatever it was that was going on between them must have been boiling for a while. Dylan never talked shit to Heidi. Ever. "Maybe I should ask Jonah when he's free, maybe clear it with him."

"You’re an asshole!" She yelled, wiping tears.

"Dude," Jake tried to calm the situation.

"Shut up, Jake," Dylan warned. He must be wasted.

Then the Pre-Heidi Dylan came out. "I'm getting sick of your shit, Heidi. You wa

What the fuck was happening?

He went on. "You don't think girls are up in my shit every day. You don't see it do you? You know why? Because I make it fucking clear that I'm not interested in anyone but you. So how do I get treated? Like shit. You ignore me for days, and spend all your time with that asshole!"

"Fuck you, Dylan!" She turned and walked away.

"Fuck," Dylan breathed out. Then he chased after her before any of us could get a word in.

It was dead silent.

No one wanted to speak.

Then a slapping sound was heard.

I heard Cam yelp, and his chair being pushed back. He was on his feet rubbing his head, facing Lucy. "What the fuck, Luce?"

"Why the fuck don't you ever go all jealous-and-hot-alpha on me?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Fuck you Cameron. I want that same fucking treatment. I'm go

Then Jake laughed.

Everyone faced him.

"Shit, dude, does she know about Mike?"

I laughed too, remembering Mike.

"What?" She turned to Jake, and then to me. "What were you talking about?"

"Shut up." Cam instructed, directed at me.

I laughed harder. And just to be an asshole, I don't listen to Cam, instead I tell Lucy the story. About how I overheard this kid, Mike, that went to our high school, talking about Lucy in the locker rooms. He was her partner in some class and he bragged about how he could see her tits whenever she bent over. She gasped at this point, but I kept going. I told her how I mentioned it to Cam, and the next day Mike came to school with a black eye. He wouldn't tell anybody how he got it. Cam looked at me with 'shut the fuck up' clear on his face, but I didn't care.

Lucy was staring at Cam in shock. Her face flushed from the alcohol.

Then Amanda gasped from next to me. "Oh my God," she started. "Remember that guy—your partner from journalism class? The one that asked you out last semester? Cam was behind you...and he didn't know..." she trailed off.

"Oh God," Lucy whispered.

Amanda giggled. "That was the last time you saw him in class, remember? He dropped the class."

Cam looked at the ground, shaking his head.

She continued, leaning closer to me again, "And every time you see him, he bee lines the opposite direction!" She was all out laughing. So was Micky.

"Is it true?" Lucy asked Cam softly, standing up from her chair.

"Whatever," Cam ground out. "I'm pissed at you, Luce. Don't treat me like that."

"Holy shit, Cameron," she said seductively. We all watched, trying to hold in our laughs.

"Dammit, Lucy. I mean it." He said, squaring his shoulders and facing her.

She bit her lip and looked him up and down. Amanda held onto my arm, her face pressed against it to block her giggles.

Lucy eye's zoned in on Cam's junk.

He covered his dick with both his hands. "I mean it, Lucy."

He took a step back.

She took a step forward.

"Quit objectifying me!" he yelled. "I have feelings, you know!"

She took a few more steps forward until she was in front of him. She placed her hand over his; still covering his parts, and raised her eyebrows.

"No," he warned.

She pouted.

"No," he said again.

She licked her lips.

"Oh, fuck it!" he grunted, before lifting her over his shoulders. He bumped fists with me on the way out.

"I want you to fuck me rough tonight," we heard her say.

The second we heard it the door shut, we all let go of our laughs.

A minute later Ethan came home with James in tow. Jake stood up, "We're out." Micky just shook her head, following behind him.

"Have a good night." She smiled at us.

***

We were both a little wasted by the time we got into bed. She stripped of her dress and was sleeping in her bra and panties and that’s all. I was doing everything I could to not touch her inappropriately.