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“Jack!”

“Can’t Eric do it?”

“Everyone knows Eric is my brother, and I need a boyfriend! Plus… I wouldn’t trust Eric with anything … not yet.”

I couldn’t disagree with that. There was still a chance that at the sight of a bottle Eric would lose control and go off the rails again. It had only been a week since he joined the ranks of teetotalers.

“You’re a tough nut to crack,” Sabrina hissed and turned away, snapping me out of my state of self-induced stupor.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What was that about being a tough nut?”

“I said you wouldn’t have the guts to play the part.”

“Me? No guts?”

“Exactly.”

“Sure about that?”

“One hundred percent!”

“Wanna bet?”

“What on?”

I pondered.

“If I manage to drive that freak away, you’re going to tell everyone for a whole week how hot I am in bed and how much you love me.”

“And if you don’t, you buy me a new Flippy.”

I smirked; that was unlikely to happen.

“Deal?”

“Deal! Where? When? What time?”

“I’m working the night shift tomorrow. So… I think he'll be there.”

“Any preferences?” I asked.

“No kisses or hugs.”

“But we’re supposed to be a “couple.”

“We’ve been fighting.”

“Ah… A familiar scenario,” I mumbled. Sabrina glared at me.

“What’s the loser’s name?”

“Jim. Short, brown eyes, dark hair. You’ll know him. He’s always sitting near the bar, staring at me,” Sabrina said with disgust.

He must have really gotten on her nerves if she’s resorting to such radical measures.

“I’ll be there,” I assured. And she smiled again.

The life-saving bell rang and I hurried out of the auditorium, and then out of the university building itself. Weird and wonderful things were happening outside!

The weather had cleared up, and the sun was bathing the street in luminous warmth.

I lit up and remembered how only five minutes ago I had agreed to be the

“boyfriend” of a girl with whom I’d been at war for as long as I can remember myself. And even if it was just for one evening, this thought somehow warmed me much more than Louisiana’s fickle September sun.

“Hey, you!” a familiar voice called from behind.” “Can I have a cigarette?”