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make out. That left Spencer and me alone.
     
    “You don’t drink?” I asked Spencer.
     
    “I drive.” He stated flatly.
     
    “So you don’t drink when you
drive?” I asked. I wanted him to clarify it for me.
     
    “I always drive. Zane always
drinks. He needs a ride home. He usually stays the night at my house after
these.”
     
    “How have I not seen you
before? You hang out with Zane, my best friend, and you play football, and
you’re his designated driver apparently.”
     
    “I usually duck out when you
come around.” He confessed.
     
    “Why?” I asked.
     
    “Shy I guess.” He answered
with a smile.
     
    I looked at him puzzled. “I
don’t buy that.  You don’t seem that shy any more to me.”
     
    “Now that I’ve been around
you I’m not so shy any more.” He smiled at me when he’d finished his self
analysis.
     
    I smiled at him. Gosh I
really liked him. If he asked me out right now, I’d go.
     
    About that time, Dale walked
up. He was a friend that I’d dated last year for two weeks. He found out that I
didn’t put out and he dumped me. It was the story of my life. “Hey, Taylor.” He
said to me as he stopped next to the two of us. “Hey, dude. What’s up with your
face?” he cocked his head to look at Spencer’s face.
     
    What a jackass. I wanted to
slap the crap out of him. I restrained myself.
     
    “Birthmark.” Spencer said easily,
as if he’d answered the question a thousand times already. It didn’t seem to
bother him as much as it did with Terri the other day. He was really nice about
Cheryl’s comments this morning though. I was so embarrassed about that, but
what could I do?
     
    Dale nodded but kept looking
at his face as if studying it. “Taylor. Do you want to go check out the dunes
with me?” he asked.
     
    That was code for “Do you
want to go make out?”
     
    Not only no, but hell no. I
wouldn’t think twice about it. “No thanks. I’m happy here talking to Spencer.”
I let him down easily, even though I still wanted to slap him.
     
    “You don’t know what you’re
missing.” He said. He was slurring a bit. I knew he’d been drinking for a
little while.
     
    “Yes, I do. We dated.
Remember?” I acted like I was joking. I wasn’t. He was a horrible kisser. Way
too slobbery. Call me a snob, but I didn’t want someone else’s spit all over me
even if I was kissing him. That was disgusting.
     
    Spencer smiled at me. It was
more of a silent chuckle. Dale walked off. He knew I wouldn’t budge on my
decision. We were friends a long time before we dated last year. We were still
friends. He came over every once in a while to go out in the dune buggy, or go
riding motorcycles.
     
    “So you used to date him?” Spencer
asked.
     
    “Everyone’s entitled to a few
mistakes. Right?” I asked trying to joke it off. I was sure that he was
tallying up the number of boyfriends I’d had.
     
    “I don’t think I know him.”
     
    “I’m sorry. I should have
introduced you. He was a senior last year. But he’s here at every party. He
likes beer.” I said. I could easily imagine him here until he turned forty. We
had a few of those guys coming to the parties. Free beer and pretty young girls
that liked to make out and sometimes more than that.
     
    About that time, Sandy showed
up with Dwayne on her arm. It was pretty clear that they’d been out looking at
the dunes if you know what I mean. Sandy’s hair was all messed up with stickers
in it, and she had a fresh hickey on her neck. Hold it! Dwayne was dating Vicky.
I had no clue what was going on there. Well actually I did. Dwayne was one of
those guys who was really faithful to his girlfriend as long as she was on his
arm.
     
    “Taylor! Girlfriend! How’s it
going?” Sandy slurred her words out to me as she placed her arm around my
shoulders. She always got too friendly when she’d been drinking too much.
Sometimes it was worse than others. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek,
then