Episode III [continued]

Amelia barged right past James at the door into his apartment tossing her purse on his kitchen counter as she made her way straight into his living room. He almost laughed at her presumption, but he was a bit busy staring at her legs as she flopped on his couch and lifted one leg then the other up in the air so she could unzip and slip off her boots. She was obviously excited to tell him something, he could see it in her eyes and in her feet as they danced back and forth on his coffee table.

"Guess what I did?"
"Got a job?"
"Yeah right. I, had an appointment with my advisor."
"Good for you."
"No numbnuts, an appointment... with my advisor... wink."

He knew what she meant. In his mind he could see her walking into Professor Roe's office in the same outfit she was wearing then. In a few seconds his mind wandered from her blowing him at his desk to him punching Frank Roe in the face. It was a good quick daydream, bashing the competition's face in. On the outside he played dumb.

"I finally fucked, Professor Roe."
"Huh, how was it?"

Why did he ask that? In his mind as soon as she said fuck he flashed white hot rage and was furiously beating the professor. Why torture himself that way? She may not have realized how much he still loved her, but he couldn't just come out and say it. He's the guy friend. To Amelia he was the closest thing to a gay best friend. James knew this, and that was why he was so angry, on the inside. She was already rambling at top speed.

"It was awesome. I mean he wasn't exactly the best I've ever had or anything, but he's cute and nerdy. And I love nerds. He was gentle, but quick because we were in his office. That was what made it so awesome, the fear of getting caught."

Even as jealous and pissed off as he was, he maintained a level of rationality.

"You do realize that he could lose his job if it ever came out that you slept with him. I already know and I'm one too many."
"But I had to tell someone... It felt so dangerous."
"As dangerous as pulling a gun on someone. Cause that happened, do you realize what could happen to me if you blurted that out to someone? I would go to jail."

Right then and there her cell phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. As serious as the situation was, James was curious as to how little fabric could make a skirt like hers and there could still be a pocket. He already knew without her saying it.

"Shit."
"It's your boyfriend isn't it... Well, isn't this perfect. I'm guessing he has no idea that you're hot for the teacher?"
"No, actually, that's why I came over. I'm thinking I'm going to break up with him, and I was wondering if you had any ideas."
"You're fucking kidding right, you fuck the professor and you break up with your boyfriend of three years in the same day. And here I thought my life was a joke. I'm gonna take a piss."

He let out a few chuckles as he walked from the living room over to his bathroom mirror. He grabbed the small bottle next to his shaving cream and poured four different colored pills into his hand and with a handful of water from the faucet washed them down. No way was he going to let another minute go by without some drug in his system. As he stepped up to his toilet and began to piss he shut his eyes. He tried to remember that night with her crying in his arms, but other images and ideas kept popping into his head. He could only remember the feelings. As he opened his eyes he couldn't figure out what was more depressing, him knowing the lascivious details of Amelia or him losing the memory of the best night of his life.