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reaction. He gave me a
quick glance but his expression was impassive. “Cool,” he said evenly to them.
    Both girls
giggled. “Call whenever. We’ll be up if you are.” She winked and her friend
nodded before they both bounced up the stairs.
    Was that
what I thought it was? Daniela had told me Hunter was a player but it hadn’t
occurred to me that I’d be seeing what that meant up close. I suddenly started
feeling nauseous.
    Hunter and
I were silent the rest of the way down to our seats. When we finally got there,
I was surprised to see the seats were in the front row, right behind the glass.
The school’s marching band was in the next section over with their trombones,
trumpets, and drums. As we took our seats, I thought: this is going to be loud.
    “So does
that happen to you a lot?” I asked, more than a little curious.
    “Does
what?”
    “Those
girls were offering to have a threesome with you, weren’t they?” I asked, never
thinking that I’d ever be asking that question to anybody in my life.
    He
chuckled and looked at the ice for a second. “Probably, yeah.”
    “Does that
happen a lot?”
    He
considered. “No, not a lot .”
    I raised a
brow. “. . . So you’ve had a threesome before?”
    “I know
you’re curious Lorrie, but unfortunately I don’t kiss and tell,” he said,
zipping his lips with his fingers.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah. If
you hear anything about me like that, it didn’t come from me. I can’t control
what other people say but I keep things like that to myself.”
    I recalled
him protecting me by lying to Gary about how we met. He did seem to keep things
to himself. Still, I had my doubts about whether he was telling the truth.
Weren’t guys always bragging about their sex lives? Plus, the idea of him even
considering a threesome with Catelyn and her friend grossed me out. But the
nausea I felt wasn’t jealousy, I told myself; Hunter and I were just friends.
And being friends gave me a unique opportunity to pick his male brain.
    “So are
you going to call those girls?”
    He shook
his head casually. “Nah, probably not. Not really in the mood.”
    His
response somehow made me feel relieved. “Ah I see.” I looked at the all the
people trickling into the rink and taking their seats. Some were in large
groups, some were by themselves, and a lot seemed like couples. I dimly
wondered if people saw Hunter and me together and thought that we were a
couple.
    “Have you
had a threesome before, Lorrie?”
    Breaking
from my thoughts, I erupted in a burst of laughter. “What do you think?”
    “Yes.” He
smiled.
    I smirked.
“Well, you’d be wrong. I’m not interested in having one either. One guy is
enough. Adding another guy would be too much. Way too much.”
    He smirked
back. “What about adding another girl?”
    I scoffed.
“In your dreams, buddy.”
    He waved
his hand dismissively. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d be a good
participant in a threesome anyway.”
    I was
surprised at how much offense I took by that comment. “What? Why not?”
    “You
probably wouldn’t get along with the other girl. You’re kind of a lone wolf.
You’d be either too selfless and let the girl have the guy all to herself or
too selfish and take the guy all for yourself. There’d be no in between.” He
wagged his finger at me playfully.
    I
scrunched my brows, uncomfortable with how much his reasoning resonated with me.
“That’s quite a bold statement. And how did you come to that conclusion?”
    “Just from
our interactions . . . On the one hand, you’re ridiculously nice by taking out
my trash to repay me even though you didn’t have to—that’s the selfless part.
On the other hand, you’re kind of selfish especially with how much you share
yourself with others—or even just information about yourself.”
    I shot him
a wry smile. “A compliment and an insult all rolled into one. Remind me why I’m
hanging out with you again?”
    “Because
we’re