Is he going to say something to Martin about what he overheard"
"Reese. Is that you""
What in the hell"
"Wow. It"s been a long time." He patted his hand on his chest. "It"s me, Chase." Before I knew what was happening, the jerk (who was apparently named Chase) reached down and gripped me in a bear hug. While I was in his arms, he whispered, "Play along. Let"s make your night more exciting, sweetheart."
Dumbfounded, I could only stare as he turned his attention to Martin, extending his hand.
"I"m Chase Parker. Reese and I go way back."
"Martin Ward." My date nodded.
"Martin, mind if we join you" It"s been years since Buttercup and I have seen each other. I"d love to catch up. You don"t mind, do you""
Although he"d asked a question, Chase definitely didn"t wait for a response. Instead, he pulled out a chair for his date and introduced her.
"This is Bridget…" He looked to her for help, and she filled in the blank.
"McDermott. Bridget McDermott." She smiled, undaunted by our new double date or Chase"s obvious inability to remember her last name.
Martin, on the other hand, looked disappointed that our twosome was now a foursome, although I was certain he would never voice it.
He looked to Chase as he sat. "Buttercup""
"That"s what we used to call her. Reese"s Peanut Butter Cup. My favorite candy."
Once Chase and Bridget were seated, there was a moment of awkwardness. Surprisingly, it was Martin who broke it. "So, how do you two know each other""
Even though Martin asked the question looking at both of us, I wanted to make it clear to Chase that he was the one on the hot seat. This was his little game.
"I"ll let Chase tell you about the first time we met. It"s really a funny story, actually." I propped my elbows on the table and rested my head on my folded hands, turning my full attention to Chase while batting my eyelashes with a sly grin.
He didn"t flinch, nor did he take more than a few seconds to come up with a story. "Well, it wasn"t really the first time we met that"s the funny story"more like what happened after we met. My parents split up when I was in eighth grade, and I had to transfer to a new school. I was pretty miserable until I met Reese here on the bus the first week. She was the off-limits pretty girl, but I figured I had no friends to bust my balls if I asked her on a date and she turned me down. So, even though she"s a year older than me, I asked her to the eighth-grade dance. Surprised the shit out of me when she agreed to go.
Anyway, I was young, with a healthy dose of testosterone, and I got it into my head that she was going to be my first kiss. All of my buddies back at my old school had already gotten theirs, and I figured it was my time. So, when the dance was coming to an end, I tugged Buttercup out of the crappy crepe-paper-and-balloon-decorated gymnasium and into the hall for some privacy. Of course, since it was my first time, I had no idea what to expect. But I went for it"got right in there and started to suck her face."
Chase paused and winked at me. "It was all good up until then, wasn"t it, Buttercup""
I couldn"t even respond. I was so floored listening to his story. But again, my lack of response didn"t seem to bother him because he went right along, weaving his tall tale.
"Anyway, this is where the story gets good. Like I said, I didn"t have any experience, but I dove right in"lips, teeth, tongue, and all. After a minute, the kiss started to feel awfully wet, but I was into it, so I kept going and going, not wanting to be the first one to pull away. Eventually, when we came up for air"literally since I"d almost sucked her face off"I realized why it had felt so wet. Reese had gotten a nosebleed in the middle of the kiss, and both of our faces were covered in smeared blood."
Martin and Bridget laughed, but I was too stunned to react.
Chase reached out and touched my arm. "Come on, Buttercup. Don"t get embarrassed. Those were some good times we had. Remember""
"How long were you two a couple"" Martin asked.
Just as Chase was about to respond, I reached over and touched his arm in the same patronizing way he"d touched mine. "Not too long. Right after the other incident, we broke up."
Bridget clapped her hands and bopped up and down in her seat like an excited child. "I wanna hear about the other incident!"
"I"m not sure I should actually share it, now that I think about it," I mused. "Is this your first date""