concerned； checking out the situation。 “Andy； why don’t you get in
the shower and let me take care of this； OK？” Although no one could
call him a big guy； he looked like a pro wrestler pared to the
emaciated mess that was currently nuzzling his facial metal against
my best friend’s bare back。
“I。 WANT。 HIM。”—I pointed here； just to be clear。—“OUT。 OF。 MY。
APARTMENT。”
“I know you do； and I think he’s about ready to leave； too； aren’t
you； buddy？” Alex asked in the kind of soothing voice you’d use with
a rabid…looking dog you were frightened of upsetting。
“Duuuuuuude；no issues here。 Just havin’ a little fun with Lily is
all。 She was all over me last night at Au Bar—ask anyone； they’ll
tell you。 Fuckin’ begged me to e back with her。”
“I don’t doubt that；” Alex said soothingly。 “She’s a really friendly
girl when she wants to be； but sometimes she gets too drunk to know
what she’s doing。 So as her friend； I’m going to have to ask you to
leave now。”
The freak mashed his cigarette out and made a big show of throwing
up his hands in mock surrender。 “Dude； no problem whatsoever。 I’ll
just take a quick shower and give m’little Lily here a proper
good…bye； and then I’ll be on m’way。” He swung his legs over the
side of the bed and reached for the towel that hung next to her
desk。
Alex moved forward； swiftly removed the towel from his hands； and
looked him directly in the eye。 “No。 I think you should leave now。
Right now。” And in a way that I’d never seen him do in the almost
three years I’d known him； he placed himself squarely in front of
Freak Boy and allowed his height to insinuate the threat that was
clearly intended。
“Dude； no worries。 I’m outta here；” he crooned after taking one look
at Alex and realizing he had to crane his neck to look at his face。
“Just get m’self dressed and out the door。” He picked up his jeans
from the floor and located his ripped…up T…shirt from underneath
Lily’s still exposed body。 She moved when he pulled it out from
under her； and a few seconds later her eyes managed to open。
“Cover her！” Alex manded gruffly； now clearly enjoying his new
role as threatening…man…in…charge。 And without ment； Freak Boy
pulled the cover over her shoulders so that only a tangle of her
black curls was visible。
“What’s going on？” Lily croaked while willing her eyes to stay open。
She turned to see me trembling in anger in her doorway； Alex hulking
about doing manly poses； and Freak Boy scrambling to tie his blue
and canary yellow Diadoras and get the hell out before things got
really ugly。 Too late。 Her gaze stopped on Freak Boy。
“Who the hell are you？” she asked him； bolting upright without even
realizing that she was now pletely naked。 Alex and I
instinctively turned away while she pulled the covers up； looking
shocked； but Freak Boy grinned lecherously and ogled her breasts。
“Baby； you tellin’ me you don’t remember who I am？” he asked； his
thick Australian accent being less adorable with every passing
second。 “You sure knew who I was last night。” He walked over to her
and looked like he was about to sit down on the bed； but Alex had
already grabbed his arm and pulled him upright。
“Out。 Now。 Or I’m going to have to carry you myself；” he manded；
looking tough and very cute and not a little proud of himself。
Freak Boy threw up his hands and made clucking noises。 “I’m outta
here。 Call me sometime； Lily。 You were great last night。” He moved
quickly through the bedroom door toward the living room with Alex in
pursuit。 “Man； she sure as hell is a feisty one；” I heard him say to
Alex right before the front door slammed shut； but it didn’t appear
that Lily had heard。 She had pulled on a T…shirt and managed to pull
herself out of bed。
“Lily； who the hell was that？ He was the biggest jerk I’ve ever met；
not to mention absolutelydisgusting 。”
She shook her head slowly and appeared to be concentrating very
hard； trying to remember where he’d entered her life。 “Disgusting。
You’re right； he is absolutely disgusting； and I have no idea what
happened。 I remember you leaving last night and talking to some
really nice guy in a suit—we were doing shots of Jaeger； for some
reason—and that’s it。”
“Lily； just imagine how drunk you had to be to agree to not only
have sex with someone who looks like that； but to bring him back to
our apartment！” I thought I was pointing out the obvious； but her
eyes widened into surprised realization。
“You think I had sex with him？” she asked softly； refusing to
acknowledge what seemed certain。
Alex’s words from a few months before came back to me： Lily did
drink more than was normal—all the signs were there。 She was missing
classes regularly； had gotten arrested； and now had dragged Home the
scariest…looking mutant of a guy I’d ever laid eyes on。 I also
remembered the message one of her professors had left on our machine
right after finals； something to the effect that while Lily’s final
paper had been stellar； she’d missed too many classes and handed
things in too late to give her the “A” she deserved。 I decided to
tread carefully。 “Lil； sweetie； I don’t think the problem is the
guy。 I think it’s the drinking that’s causing it。”
She had begun brushing her hair； and it wasn’t until now that I
realized it was already six o’clock on a Friday night and she was
just getting out of bed。 She wasn’t protesting； so I continued。
“It’s not that I have any issue with drinking；” I said； trying to
keep the conversation relatively peaceful。 “Clearly； I’m not
antidrinking。 I just wonder if it’s gotten a little bit out of
control lately； you know？ Has everything been OK at school？”
She opened her mouth to say something； but Alex popped his head in
the door and handed me my shrieking Cell Phone。 “It’s her；” he said
and left again。Argghhh！ The woman had a very special gift for
wrecking my life。
“Sorry；” I said to Lily； looking at the phone warily as the display
screamed MP CELL over and over again。 “It usually only takes a
second for her to humiliate or reprimand me； so hold that thought。”
Lily set down her brush and watched me answer。
“Miran—” Again； I’d almost answered the line as though it were her
own。 “This is Andrea；” I corrected； bracing for the barrage。
“Andrea； you know I expect you there at six…thirty tonight； do you
not？” she barked into the phone without a greeting or identification
of any sort。
“Oh； um； you had said seven o’clock earlier。 I still need to—”
“I said six…thirty before and I’m saying it again
now。Siiiiix…thiiiiirty 。 Get it？”