"Regan!"
                          
     "What? Your half-boyfriend will have a heart attack. It's okay, it's really a backwards thing to happen. Normally the guy's the one that fucks some random chick and gets caught. But you? You're an interesting one, Dixon, always turning things around." Her finger points at me while she watches Jay gather his things lazily and I find myself doing the same. There was no point in trying to lie about it, therefore no point in trying to hide it by being decent.
                          
     I didn't put on a bra and instead found an oversized sweatshirt with Michigan State on it and spandex for good measure. Running my fingers through my hair and letting Regan decide that I smelled decent, the three of us shamefully walked out of my bedroom. Harry's look was impassive but I knew better, he was struck and not by awe. Mrs. Davis, chewing on a cut up apple, glanced over at us, then Harry, then shook her head with an amused smile. And the girl? Nothing how I'd imagined.
                          
     Her voice was an excited burst of fresh air, but she didn't match the long legs, blonde hair I'd imagined. Only slightly taller than I, her skin held bronzed melanin and her hips were wider than mine, an ass of a goddess (don't think I didn't notice), and her features were beautiful. A pointed nose with a piercing in the left nostril and three up the side of her right ear. Her eyebrows looked like they hadn't been done in a while, but the naturalness brought out a flare in her.
                          
     In all, we were a cluster of beautiful people in an unfortunate situation. Harry was the first to speak after a cough of awkwardness and another evaluation of our clothes. "This is Alejandra, she's a good friend of mine. Alex, that's Jay and Isla."
                          
     Her eyes widen and brighten, "Isla? I've heard so"—Harry harshly elbows her in the stomach that I've noticed is slightly exposed, she doesn't seem like she eats many red velvets... must be nice—"so little about you. Call me Alex," her smile doesn't reach her eyes and I can tell just from that interaction that I've hurt Harry. And it, in turn, hurts me.
                          
     Mrs. Davis purses her lips. "Well, I was just coming over to say hi, but it looks like it's time for me to head back, my stories are starting soon." She grabs a paper plate with bacon and toast, following her meal plan, and leaves out the front door.
                          
     Jay goes next with, "Yeah, it's been a long night," he pauses when he realizes his words and Harry scoffs and turns his back to everyone, but you can see his jaw clench from afar. "I'm gonna... head out." Regan follows without an announcement of her going and I'm left with Harry and Alex. That is, until she decides she'll meet Harry later on.
                          
    "I have a couple things I wanna get done in the city before lunchtime. I'll call you, though." She sweetly kisses his cheek and smiles at me, "It was nice meeting you Isla." I smile awkwardly towards her, something I'm not used to, and she leaves.
                          
     Harry nods to an unspoken question with his back towards me and rocks on the balls of his feet. It takes him a moment to speak, but I instantly wish he hadn't when he does, so I take a seat on the couch. "You know, I have no right to be upset. You're a grown woman and I've slept with others during the time I've known you. I guess that whole 'if I pulled a you on you' bullshit isn't so much bullshit."  He pauses. "Sometimes I have to remind myself we aren't even close to being together."
                          
     "Harry—"
                          
     "It's just, like, why Jay? I mean, yeah, you've known him a while... I don't know where I was going with that. No, I'm not upset, I'm not allowed to be nor am I allowed to be jealous. In fact, what I saw wasn't what I thought it was. I mean, one person went in and three came out. That's," he bitterly chuckles through his rambling, "that's not weird."
                          
     A sigh parts his lips and he sits on the floor between my legs, taking my hands so my arms rest on his shoulders and he interlaces our fingers. "Pumpkin, I didn't know you'd be so upset."