Replace Me (Kin #2)(42)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I found a pack of six pink toothbrushes and cringed at the idea of having to use it. Knowing that my breath had to have been horrible, I filled one with toothpaste and started brushing. When the door opened, I thought it was just going to be the same girl bringing me my clothes. Instead, a very shocked familiar face stared back at me. “Shayne?” She laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Megan?” The same girl that I met at my friend Boner’s place was standing in front of me. She didn’t look happy to see me and I knew why, but I had to ask. “This is your sister’s place?”

She nodded, looked down at the towel, and then covered her face. “Oh my god! RACHEL! You slept with HIM?”

The girl, that I now knew was Rachel, ran up to the bathroom and looked from me to her sister. “You know each other?”

“We’ve met, under different circumstances,” She answered.

The two sisters then looked to me for further explanation. I threw my hands in the air. “Small world?”

Megan pointed at me. “This guy you spent the night with is a total man whore. This is the guy that Lacey Travis was dating.”

“Lacey? From high school? I haven’t seen her in years.” Rachel argued.

“Remember, I told you I ran into her mother and she told me all about her cheating boyfriend? This is the guy. I can’t believe you brought him home with you. Did you pick him up at a bar? Oh my God, do you not have any morals at all? Sometimes I wonder if I was the one who got all the good genes.”

Realizing that I was the reason the two of them were arguing, I figured it would be smart to take myself out of the equation. “Look, I’m just goin’ to go. Sorry if I caused either of you problems. It wasn’t my intention.”

“Not so fast!” Megan grabbed the towel, it loosened and fell to the floor. All I could do was stand there watching her face turn beet red. She threw her hands over her face. “Cover yourself!”

I reached down and picked up the towel, before grabbing my clothes and walking into the bedroom.

Rachel followed me inside. “I am so sorry about my sister. She’s worse than my mother sometimes.”

I pulled my pants up. “It’s all good. I really need to go anyway.”

“So, we should do this again.” She sat down on the bed with confidence.

I leaned over and kissed her head. Since I didn’t remember it, at all, I had no idea what we’d actually done. “Yeah, sure.”

“I put my number in your phone.”

That was sort of stalkerish. “Ok great.”

I left the bedroom and found Megan in the living room. She had a cup of coffee and was sitting in a chair. “You really are a whore.”

“Megan, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Yeah right. Do I look stupid to you? One day your hitting on me and the next you’re in bed with my sister, who I know you don’t know. That’s pathetic.”

She was right. I was pathetic.

“I’m out of here.”

“Good riddance.”

There was one problem. I didn’t know where I was, or where my car was.

I had to go back inside and ask for help and I really didn’t want to.

After exhausting my options, I knocked and waited. Megan answered the door. “What do you want now? There’s nobody else in this house that wants to sleep with you.”

“Look, I don’t know why you think I’m so terrible. She took me home last night.”

“You’re pathetic.” She shook her head and grabbed her purse before pushing me back out the door. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, how do you know where my car is?”

“My sister hangs out at one bar. Obviously, you would know that if you knew anything about her.” We climbed into a car I recognized from the beach.

Once we got on the road and left the unfamiliar neighborhood, I started to feel like I knew where I was. “You never mentioned a sister.”

“Please don’t talk to me. I’m so mad at you that I could pull out into oncoming traffic in hopes of you losing a couple limbs.”

I grabbed my dick as if to protect it. “You weren’t this feisty when we hung out last.”

“You weren’t f**king my sister when we hung out last. Ugh! You’re dick is going to fall off, you know.”

“I use protection.”

“Men like you are the reason that women become lesbians.”

“You are vicious when you’re mad.” I was watching out the window to make sure a dump truck wasn’t coming in my direction. “Look, Megan. I’m really sorry. I had too much to drink last night. I swear, I didn’t plan on going home with anyone. I was just as surprised as you were.”

“Please shut up. I’m taking you to your car and we never have to see each other again.”

It bothered me that such a nice girl thought I was scum. “Can we start over?”

Megan pulled up next to my car and put her vehicle into park. “I wouldn’t want to be your friend if you were the last men on the planet. You’re the whole reason that I’m still a virgin.”

The V word made me insanely curious. “Did you just admit that you’re…?”

“Yes, I’m a virgin.”

“But, we made out. You let me touch you.”

“Jesus, Shayne. I’m not that naïve. I can enjoy myself without being deflowered. Can you get out of my car now?”

I opened the door and looked back at her. She was sexy when she was mad, but I was too messed up in my own way to play head games with another woman. I’d pictured my morning playing out differently. All of my hopes of being with Lacey were gone. An empty hole was in my heart and I only had myself to blame.

“Sorry if I ruined your day, Megan. I’ll try not to run into you ever again.”

“One can only hope.” She turned away before she even got done speaking.

I waved, knowing damn well she didn’t notice. It irked me that someone could hate me so much. Was I really the monster she saw me as? Surely I had to have some good qualities.

By the time I made it back to my apartment, I was beat. Ashley made me some tea and hung out with me while I told her everything that had happened the night before. She said I was a fool to think Lacey would have taken me back. In fact, she told me that no woman would fall for that idea after goodbye sex, no matter how good it was. Maybe she was right. Maybe Lacey and I were really over. After all, I’d already gone and slept with someone else the same night we were together. My repetitive mistakes kept landing me further from what I thought I wanted. I needed to focus on something other than satisfying my sexual need for a while.