“Ok, talk to ya later!” Someone squeezed down the steps to the yard just as Rebecca was coming up.

            “Here’s your beer,” I said, handing her the full cup.

            “That’s exactly what I need. Ugh, he can be so stupid! We’re probably going to end up breaking up again.”

            Again? What?

            “I thought you two broke up last week,” I said to her, slowly getting pushed closer by people trying to get inside.

            “We did, but we’re back together now.” She looked down into her beer. She was definitely drunk. “But I think I’m about ready to leave, I’m not in the mood to party anymore.” Her eyes came up to mine. “You want to go back with me?”

            What? “I don’t know, I’m having a pretty good time here.” And you have a boyfriend. Despite the fact that she was hottest girl at the party, despite the fact that I had her in the palm of my hands (made clear by her invitation back to her room), I couldn’t bring myself to take it any further while she had a boyfriend. Damn it!

            Rebecca moved closer, her breast going up and down against my chest as she whispered in my air. “I think you are really hot.”

            Her “hot” level plummeted. I didn’t want anything to do with a girl that was more than willing to cheat on her boyfriend – no matter how drunk she was.

            “I’m going to find you a ride home, but I’m sure we’ll hang out later. Celine, are you sober?” Once Rebecca made it back safe, I spent the night hanging out with friends and regretting my conscience.