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kiss. My first real girlfriend. The first girl I had sex with. I had sex with her right after I got out of jail too.
    She called it my welcome home present.
    “Nick! Open the damn door. I can see the glow from your phone through the window, asshole. Why are you avoiding me?”
    Krista is super classy too. Though I really shouldn’t bag on her. We’re the same, Krista and I. We grew up in the same neighborhood and our moms were acquaintances. It’s a natural progression, Krista and I ending up together. I broke up with her in the middle of sophomore year and she got so pissed at me. I blew her chances to go to prom, she accused. I didn’t really care. I got sick of her neediness. And her disloyalty to me.
    Two months later, I’m accused of a crime I didn’t commit. By my very best friend—the same guy she screwed around with that eventually led to our breakup. My life changed completely.
    And she wasn’t there for me. She was before. She definitely was after. But during the hard stuff, when I struggled and I needed a friend to stand by my side? Nope. Krista disappeared.
    She knocks again, rattling the cheap-ass door so bad I’m afraid she’s gonna punch a hole through it. I climb off the couch and go to answer it, wrenching the door open to find Krista standing on my doorstep, looking practically naked in a red string bikini top that barely covers her tits and the tiniest white shorts I’ve ever seen.
    I immediately think of Reverie. What would she look like in an outfit like Krista’s? Fucking hot, is what.
    “There you are.” She reaches out, plants her hand in the center of my chest and shoves me as she walks inside, slamming the door behind her. “You’re looking good, Fairfield. Where ya been?”
    “Krista. Wassup.” I grab hold of her bare upper arms, telling myself I need to stay immune to her charms. Because she’s got them. The girl is sexy and she knows it. All that wavy brown hair, the pretty, sometimes overly made-up face and the tempting curves. She is stacked. And her ass is pretty damn tight.
    She’s fucked a lot of the guys at school, including David. That was the reason I dumped her. I can’t be with a girl who’d screw around with my best friend behind my back.
    But I’d been weak and horny when I got out of jail and she knew it. We’d fooled around in the backseat of her Dad’s beat up old car and I’d immediately regretted it after. Then I got wrapped up in Mom’s illness. Wrapped up in the shit that became my new life. Death and sadness and wondering how I was going to survive.
    Getting lost with Krista… was a way to forget. At least for a little while.
    “I’ve missed you. Haven’t seen you around much the last few days.” She somehow breaks free of my hold and steps in close to me, curling her arms around my neck, her hands in my hair.
    “I got a new job. It’s keeping me busy.” I reach behind me, trying to disengage her hold on my neck but she presses even closer, her huge tits smashed against my chest. I can feel the heat of her skin through my T-shirt.
    I know what she’s doing. And I hate to admit it but it’s working.
    “Too busy for me?” she asks, blinking her heavily mascara-ed eyes at me. She tugs on my hair, pulling my face close to hers. “You don’t want me anymore, Nick? Don’t bother lying. I can feel that you do.”
    I close my eyes, trying to fight this. She’s persistent. Greedy. And so am I. I can’t help it. When you have nothing, you grasp at any pleasure you can find, no matter how fleeting. No matter how empty. “We can’t keep doing this,” I say as I rest my hands lightly on her hips. I mean to set her away but instead I pull her even closer. So close, not even a piece of paper could fit between us.
    “Who says? I don’t have a boyfriend and you don’t have a girlfriend. I’m bored, Nick. Nothing’s the same anymore. None of our friends are around this summer and David’s still in jail. They didn’t let him out quick like