“Sure. I’m just dying to know.” I winked at her and she grinned tossing a pillow at me.

“Wait wait, let me guess.” Patrick said running his hands through his dark curly hair. “You finally had sex with a donkey and George W. Bush taped it.”

“Shut up Captain Virgin. For your information, I have a date tonight. With a boy.”

“Oh god Taylor, you don’t work at In and Out burger. Just seriously decide already, your battle of the sexes drama gets so old.” Patrick sneered obviously trying to impress me.

“Patrick be nice. Which class are you failing this time?” I asked, we had known Taylor long enough to know how she operated.

“Home Ec.” She sighed. I couldn’t contain my burst of laughter and nearly snorted.

“You’re like the worst version of a girl ever. Your thundercat club card should so be revoked and replaced with a thunderclap card.” Patrick said mussing her hair. “So Spencer, what’s up with you and Ashley Davies?”

“What?!” My head snapped up at the mention of her name. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and tried mentally to control my blush. “Nothing! Why?”

“You’re a slut Spencer. A gay slut. Everyone knows it.” Taylor whispered in my ear licking the tip of the lobe. Suddenly a loud noise popped in my ear.

“Earth to the student body president.” Patrick was waving his hands in front of my eyes. I must have spaced out for a minute. Damn my habit of daydreaming. “Did you hear me? I said what’s up with you and Aiden? Someone saw you two at Tiffany’s.”

“We were just looking for a bracelet for Dr. Doom,” I said avoiding Taylor’s probing blue eyes. “It was nothing.”

“Patrick didn’t you say you needed to pee?”

“No.”

“Patrick go listen outside of Kyla’s bedroom door and see if you can hear sex noises.” Taylor said with a commanding tone to her voice. I would never tell it to her face but sometimes she reminded me of a Nazi or of Peggy Peabody.

“I don’t- ”

“If you value your package and future sperm count I suggest you give Spencer and I a minute to chat.”

“Fine whatever, Spencer guard your carnal treasure.” Patrick muttered as he hopped off the bed and let himself out.

“Are you engaged?” Taylor asked before the door was even shut.

“Yes, your dad and I were going to tell you, I just couldn’t figure out the right time.”

“Ohhhhh we’ve got a comedian in the house. Someone call Dane Cook and tell him to,” Taylor stopped and put me in a headlock. “you tell me right now Spencer Carlin or I’ll pop your head like a zit or like a tick or something you pop!!!”

“No I’m not engaged.” I choked out. The girl was strong; she played volleyball and was in pretty good shape.

“Are you having sex? Are you pregnant?” Typical Taylor questions.

“Yes and NO!” I squealed trying to tickle her hips.

“Who are you having sex with?”

“Your mom bitch!” I yelled escaping her grasp and pinning her arms behind her back. Patrick came barreling into the room with his best Tarzan yell, tickling her hips until tears streamed down her face. It was always like this for me with my best friends. They came first in my life and it was enough to help me forget about the stupid Ashley Davies dream. For now anyway.