Shoveling a few large spoonsful of my own oatmeal into my mouth, I stood up and dumped my bowl in the sink. “Sorry, but I don’t have time for this right now. I’m going to be late for class.” My mom could field the questions. As I walked out of the kitchen, Mom hollered at me not to forget about Sarah this afternoon. “I won’t,” I shouted back in annoyance.

Walking down the hall, I went into my bedroom to get dressed. I had class in thirty minutes. I wanted to take a shower, but I didn’t have time too. Looking in my mirror, I sighed, threw my long blond hair up in a messy bun, and put on a white tank top with skinny jeans. The outfit would probably look cuter with boots, but I slipped on my flip flops instead. Grabbing my satchel, I headed out the door.

I pulled into the student parking lot with five minutes to spare, and thankfully I found a spot around the corner from the science building. I loved this campus, but the University of Georgia was huge, and finding parking wasn’t always a picnic. Today was apparently my lucky day. Getting out of my car, I all but sprinted to my class. My teacher, Dr. Christensen, was a tough cookie, and if you were late, she made no exceptions. One minute past starting time, she locked the doors, and you couldn’t come in. One missed day of Anatomy and Physiology and you were screwed! I’ve never been late, not once, and thankfully I made it just in time. As I passed by her when I walked through the door, she said, “Cutting it close Keegan.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I kept my head down, scurried to my seat, and class began as usual. We went into great detail about the cardiovascular system and how the blood pumps through the heart. By the time I walked out, my head was spinning, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to keep the valves, atrium, and ventricles straight. This was why I needed my study group. Frustrated, I pushed out the door and into the sun, making my way to the Bulldog Café on campus where I met my best friend, Macie, for lunch every other day. This time of day was fairly quiet, because it wasn’t quite lunchtime, and most classes were still going on. I went through the line, getting a small personal pizza and a soda before grabbing a table to wait for Macie. No sooner had I sat down than she came around the corner with a tray and a pissed off glare that told me I was about to get an earful.

Dropping her tray on the table, she flopped down into the chair across from me. “So last night, you know how I was supposed to go out with Mark from the basketball team, right?”

“Hello to you too,” I said sarcastically.

“Seriously Keegan, are you listening to me? Skip the pleasantries and ask me about my date,” she replied impatiently.

I smirked at her, knowing full well that she was only going to get more irritated if I didn’t indulge her. “How was your date last night?”

She flung her arms up in the air in the most dramatic fashion and said, “Oh my God, it was awful!” I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing at her. “First it started off really great. He picked me up in this really hot car and was being such a gentleman. Did you know that guys who open doors for you still exist?”

“Mace, we live in the South, most of them do.”

She was looking at me like I had grown two heads. “None of the ones I dated have.”

I raised my brow. “That’s because the ones you’ve dated are only looking to get laid.”

“Shhh, I’m telling a story,” she said, ignoring my very true statement. “Anyway, he was being sweet all night, opening doors for me, paying for dinner, holding my hand…then the end of the night came. He came inside and things started getting heated. I was really into it, he was very into it.”

“So where’s the problem? I don’t want a play-by-play, Mace.”

“I’m getting there Keegan. So I was laying down and he had taken off my pants, but just when I thought things were about to get really good….BAM!”

“What? Bam what?”

“His fingers started to go to town like some adolescent who was feeling up a vag for the first time. I mean, what in the hell? He seemed so confused down there.”

Okay, now I couldn’t hold back the smile that was creeping onto my face. “Confused how?”

“Keegan, he was fucking rubbing my clit like he was trying to start a fire. In fact at one point I’m pretty sure I saw a spark. Oh God.” She put her head on her forearm. “My lady parts are so sore today, I’m pretty sure it’s going to take a week to heal, and I know I’m walking funny.”

There was no holding back my laughter. Served her right. Macie and I have been best friends since elementary school. Growing up together had always been interesting, I was the subdued quiet one while she was loud and liked the attention. I stayed back out of the limelight, while she soaked up every little bit of it. Macie was taller than me by five inches. She stood at five-foot-eight and had legs for days. Her long brown hair went to the middle of her back, and she had warm chocolate brown eyes. Guys flocked to her with a simple batting of her curved lashes. I was happy to stay in her shadow. The thing that I loved the most about Macie though, was that she always treated me like an equal to her. Most days I envied her, today however, she proved to me again why it was that I couldn’t be in her shoes even if I wanted to.

“Do I need to take you to the store to find some burn cream? I’m not sure it can be put down there, but maybe the pharmacist could direct us…” I stopped talking when she shot me a look that said I’d better shut up. I coughed out a laugh. “Sorry, I’m sure it hurts.”

“Yeah, your voice is just oozing sympathy.”

“Hey,” I said as she looked away from me, obviously more disgruntled than I originally thought. “I’m sorry, Mace, I didn’t mean it. How did the rest of the night go? Did you at least tell Mark that he was hurting you?”

“S’okay. Nah, I just faked the orgasm of my life so he would get off of me. I wanted him to go home. Any sweetness was shot to shit with his lack of lovemaking skills. How was your night?” She changed the subject.

“Ugh! I have to head off campus to get Sarah from ballet practice and miss another study session. I’m floundering here Macie. I just got out of A&P, and I don’t think I could tell you what way is up or down. I’m so confused, and my mom’s constant need for help is going to prevent me from getting into nursing school.” I was whining again, but I couldn’t help it. If anybody understood my situation at home, it was her.

“I don’t know how you deal with it. I love Sarah just as much as you do, but your mom has got to stop relying on you. Doesn’t she realize that school is important? Have you told her that you’re struggling and need the extra help?”

“Seriously, don’t you think I’ve said something to her by now?”

She held her hands up, palms out. “You’re right, sorry. You know you can always call me and ask me to help too. I don’t know why you think you have to take everything on yourself.”

Sighing I said, “Because you already do too much. I feel like I’m never going to be able to repay you.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. “Keegan, I love you. You’re my best friend, and that means we are there for each other. You do more for me than you realize. I swear if it weren’t for you, I probably would be knocked up already and following in your mom’s footsteps. You keep me grounded. There’s no such thing as repayment or scorecards in friendship. If you need me, tell me, and I’ll be there no matter what.” She squeezed my hand when she said that last sentence.

I looked across the table at her, my eyes feeling glassy from unshed tears. “I love you too.”

She shook her head, her long brown locks falling over her shoulder. “Ack! Enough of this mushy shit, let’s figure out what you’re going to do.”