Chapter 7: "You must choose, but choose wisely."

After we reached the car, Ian took the wheel and it only took a minute or two for things to start to make sense again. My head hurt like hell though and right eye felt like it was on fire. The fact that Ian kept glancing at me and cringing didn't help either.

"Dude, who the hell was that guy?" Ian probed. I stared at him momentarily, in disbelief that he hadn't guessed it already.

"Who the hell do you think man? Tracy's boyfriend," I replied. I dropped down the passenger mirror and examined my face. Jesus, he might not have struck blood but my eye was as big as Pakistan and it looked like my cheek had a run-in with a disc-sander. "And Tracy's boyfriend hits hard." I suddenly realized that Ian practically saved me a hospital visit. I looked over at him but he seemed to be concentrating on the road. "Dude, if you weren't there..."

"Cam, shut the fuck up, you'd do the same for me," he cut me off. I guess neither of us were big on thanks. He smiled after a while. "But wasn't it worth it?" I examined my face in the mirror once more. I actually didn't think that the last half-hour was the high point of my day, but then again, I didn't have a foursome and instead got the piss kicked out of me.

"Hell yeah," I lied, "Good times." Ian exhaled heavily while leaning back into his seat before a smile spread across his face as if he recalled something.

"So what's this about you falling asleep while fucking Kendra?" He laughed.

"Dude, just shut up." I guess it was kind of fucked up but still.

"You know, you were probably so tired because you're so fat and out of shape."

"Ian, shut up." He started to laugh.

"Actually, that dude probably..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

An easy silence settled in the car once Ian quit laughing. I laid my face against the window, letting the cold condensation chill my eye. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw the distant shape of a Krispy Kreme and I exchanged meaningful glances with Ian. " I know you want some doughnuts," he said. My stomach growled.

"Make it happen."

We didn't speak much for the rest of the ride home. Not because we had nothing to say, but because we were too busy trying to crush two-dozen glazed doughnuts. I kept replaying the day's events in my head and decided on sticking to high school girls for a while. The college girls were great, even though they were complete whores, but they seemed a little cheeky and their boyfriends were huge and scary. They also seemed to be completely professional when it came to sex where as the other girls still clung to thin strands of innocence and childhood. Some guys might prefer pro's, namely Ian, but I preferred girls more at my level. Maybe because I could relate to them more, maybe because I was in the same boat as they were, or maybe just because their boyfriends were less dangerous, but something about them made them more desirable.