My veins suddenly felt like I’d injected ice water into them. Oh. My. God. Kellan and Joey filmed this in her old bedroom at his house. My old bedroom. The bedroom I had shared with Denny. The furniture I had shared with Denny. Kellan and Joey had sex on the same mattress Denny and I had sex on. The thought made my stomach roil.
I looked over at Kellan shaking his head at Evan as he tossed down his cards in defeat. Did he realize the six degrees of separation that had occurred on Joey’s mattress? Well, he knew that we’d all had sex on that bed, sure, but I doubt he’d thought too much about it. I mean, he’d taken plenty of girls on his own bed, and being with him there didn’t bother me, so why would him being on my old bed matter? It didn’t, not really. I guess it was just the knowledge of Kellan and Denny both using the same mattress that disturbed me some. Regardless of the horrible things I’d done, I’d never crossed the line and invited Kellan into the bed I’d shared with Denny. It was an arbitrary line, I know, but at least I’d had one.
Blocking out the mental image of Kellan screwing someone on Denny’s and my bed, I shifted my attention back to my sister. “How can you tell it’s my old room from these blurry photos?” Narrowing my eyes, I instantly came up with the obvious answer. “You watched Kellan’s sex tape?”
Anna waved her hand at me dismissively. “You told me to, remember?” Her manicured nail tapped the spot just above her heart. “And you were right, no tattoo.”
I wanted to be irritated at that, but I had told all of my friends to watch the tape so they would know without a doubt that it wasn’t Kellan. I guess I couldn’t really complain. I’d just never really thought my friends would watch it. I thought they’d be swayed by my unwavering declaration of Kellan’s fidelity and take my word for it without actually viewing the tripleX footage. I should have known better. At least when it came to Anna. She’d probably hunkered down with a huge bowl of popcorn and eagerly watched Kellan in action. The frown on my face was irremovable.
Anna pursed her lips. “Oh, come on. If you weren’t dating Sex on a Stick, you would want to watch the tape too. It’s freaking hot.”
“Anna!” I reached over and smacked her arm. “I don’t want to hear stuff like that!”
She cringed, looking apologetic. “Sorry, but, well, look at him.”
She swished her hand in Sex on a Stick’s direction, and we both twisted to stare at Kellan. Our synchronized movement caught his attention and he looked over our way. He paused mid-laugh as his eyes darted between us. Looking for all the world like he’d just gotten caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, he mouthed, “What?”
Still eyeing Kellan, Anna muttered, “Anything he filmed would be freaking hot.” Not answering Kellan, I glanced back at my sister. Her grin was lascivious as she told me, “Your tape with him would melt this computer.”
My annoyance evaporated after her comment and a tension-relieving giggle escaped from me. When Anna and I looked back at Kellan, he was still watching us with a bewildered expression. Anna and I both broke into laughter. Was I really amused that my sex tape with him would be more explosive than Joey’s? When did my life get so surreal?
Our amusement died down by the time we pulled into the venue. Shutting my laptop, Anna finally gave me back my computer. As I listened to the busses’ brakes squeal and groan, Anna spoke in an oddly serious tone of voice. “Have you talked to Mom recently?”
The genuine concern in her question made my heart rate quicken. Was Mom okay? Had something happened? She’d been cancer-free for years, but maybe something had cropped back up? But surely Dad would call me if that were the case. And she hadn’t sounded upset when I’d last spoken with her, a few days ago. “A little while ago, why?”
I chewed on my lip, not liking the look on Anna’s face. “You need to call her immediately.” I was preparing my body to sprint to the back of the bus to get my phone when she added, “Since your wedding is a little over a month away, and you put her in charge of everything, which makes me think you’re crazy . . . she picked out a dress for you. She sent me a picture.” Anna wrinkled her face in disgust.
I completely relaxed as I fell back into the plush seat. Good, wedding drama I could deal with. As I laughed at my sister, the bus groaned to a stop. “I’m sure it’s fine, Anna.”
Anna leaned forward again, face intent. “No, you haven’t seen this thing. It’s got puffy sleeves, Kiera. Puffy. Sleeves. You need to do something about this ASAP!”
I sighed. There wasn’t much I could do about it on the road. And I really didn’t feel like flying home just to demean my mom’s fashion choice. Sure, puffy sleeves didn’t exactly sound fabulous to me, but since this ceremony was mainly for her anyway, did I really care what I wore? Not really. All I cared about was Kellan. Everything else seemed . . . insignificant.