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shuddered.

    My phone started to ring in my pocket. Pulling it out, I looked down and saw that it was Kylie. Great. Some more shit to add to the pile. I hadn't talked to Kylie in a week. She had remained pissed after I turned down her offer to “hang out” last Friday. We hadn't ended up going to the movies, even after I had dumped on Rachel which pissed me off. She had insisted we needed to take a “break.” And for the first time I didn't fight it.

    Sure Kylie was gorgeous. Most guys at school wanted in her pants. If I was honest with myself, I'd admit most probably had been at some point. And truthfully, I had always gotten off on being the guy she couldn't get enough of. Every time we broke up, it was only a matter of time until she came back for more. Call it macho pride, but there was something dick twinging about it.

    But lately, I had found myself thinking less and less about Kylie Good. For once, my cock wasn't making all of the decisions...well at least where Kylie was concerned. And I didn't want to make up and get back together. Not this time.

    But old habits were hard to break and I found myself answering the phone, when I should be pushing the ignore button.

    “Hey, baby,” Kylie's girly voice cooed from the other end. Wow. When did her voice become so annoying? Did she always talk like a five year old? Or was I only now noticing it?

    “Hey Kylie,” I replied, flicking on the television. Finding a re-run of the Simpsons, I tried not to completely zone out on the conversation. But it was hard.

    “You going to Melissa's party tonight?” she asked. Of course, I was going to Melissa's party. When did I ever miss a party? What a stupid question. Why didn't she just come out and ask me to take her, since I knew that was the point of the phone call?

    “Yeah. I'm going. Why, you need a ride or something?” I asked and even I could hear the complete lack of interest in my voice. Obviously Kylie did too because her tone become decidedly more wheedling.

    “Danny. I want us to go together. I miss you, baby. Maybe afterward, you and me can go somewhere. Just the two of us. It's been too long.” She was trying really hard to be seductive. It was almost comical. The Daniel Lowe of a week ago would have jumped at the chance to get laid tonight. But not this Daniel Lowe. I was really over the whole thing.

    “I'm supposed to hang with Jake and the boys after the party,” I told her, my focus drifting back to the television. I could practically hear her grinding her teeth.

    Then she changed tactics. “Danny. Please. I really need to be with you tonight,” she pleaded. I turned off the television and tried to give her my attention. There was still a part of me that weakened where she was concerned, even if I didn't want her to be my girlfriend again. But that part wasn't as noticeable as it used to be.

    “Why, Kylie? Logan can't take you?” I asked shortly.

    Kylie sighed and I rolled my eyes.

    “You know you're the only one I want to be with. Come on...I hate it when we fight. Please go to the party with me,” she begged and I scratched the back of my neck in agitation. It was just a ride to the party. And I did care about the girl, even if she drove me nuts.

    And maybe this is what I needed to stop thinking about a particular other girl who I shouldn't be thinking about in that way, at all.

    And that was what made up my mind for me.

    Rachel.

    Why did everything keep circling back to her lately?

    “Sure, Kylie. That's fine. I'll pick you up at eight,” I conceded.

    “Great! I can't wait to see you Danny! I meant what I said, I've really missed you.” And there it was. That little glimpse at the vulnerable side of Kylie Good that no one else got to see. And that little glimpse was enough for me to lose my hesitation. I wasn't swearing my undying love. I wasn't jumping back into our intolerable relationship. I would just spend time with her and would try not to think about the girl I really