Giddy, giddy, giddy. I should always have a regular fix of sex. Good, long, hard, sweaty Apolo banging. Morgan looked back down at the textbook on her lap. Ha, like she�d be able to read now. What a joke. She leaned her head back against the tree and closed her eyes. Morgan lay there for a few moments until she could feel someone standing over her. She opened her right eye and stared up at the towering figure casting a shadow on her tree.
�Hey Lauren.�
�Hey Morg.�
�What time�s your next class?�
�I don�t know,� she sighed, letting her melancholy state take over her words. �In a half hour or so. I thought you were going to go meet Stace and Kris for lunch.�
�I was,� she replied as she took a seat next to Morgan. �Until I saw this at a news stand.� Lauren reached into her bag and pulled out the morning�s newspaper.
Morgan opened both of her eyes and brushed the hair out of her face. �Wow, a newspaper. I can die happy now. Thanks buddy.�
Lauren glared at her. �I�m not fucking around. Look at the front page.�
Morgan unfolded the paper and scanned the cluttered front page. The smile dissipated from her face as she caught the picture towards the bottom of the page. Morgan was sitting totally upright now. She had to read the caption twice to make sure her eyes weren�t fooling her brain. Fuck me�
�Hometown Olympian, Apolo Anton Ohno, snuggles up to figure skater girlfriend, Sarah Adams, in Colorado restaurant, On The Rise,� she murmured, the air barely escaping her throat. Morgan didn�t know whether to feel pissed off or ashamed. Maybe she could do both. Maybe she was both.
�Yeah�I don�t know what to say, Morgan. I wasn�t planning to show you this, but I thought you deserved to know.�
Morgan stared at the picture, her breathing not coming in short gasps anymore, but deep, labored heaves. She wished, she prayed it was a mistake, a cruel prank of the paparazzi. But as much as she knew it was Lauren that was sitting next to her, she knew it was Apolo that sat there cuddling with that girl in the five star restaurant.
�Morgan? Morgan? Are you okay?�
�Well, shit, I don�t know.� Morgan picked at the same worn corner of her book. �I think I need to just go home. Yeah, okay, I�m definitely going to�I�m leaving now, but I�ll be back later to make up class.�
Morgan thrusted her book under her arm as she pulled her bag on her back.
Lauren got up after her, watching with concern, Morgan stalk off down the lawn. �Call me okay?!� Lauren shouted down at her, hoping she�d at least acknowledge her. �Ohno on another crash course,� she muttered under her breath.
* * *
His knuckles ached, like he had been dragging them all the way over there. Apolo knocked once more at Morgan�s door. He looked behind him and caught a glimpse of the orange sun sinking beneath the horizon. Sarah decided to go out with a few of her friends tonight, so he figured he and Morgan could probably hang out for awhile. Apolo looked at his watch, dangling loosely on his wrist. He tried calling before he came, and although nobody picked up, he knew Morgan was home. How? He figured it was intuition, but in reality, he knew it was something more, something cosmic and drawn out in the celestial bodies. Apolo couldn�t explain it even if he tried. Since they had first met back at Lake Placid, he felt almost as if she was a missing part of him, the crucial chromosome that somehow got away. Because for any move she made, he would already be there, and likewise. Apolo wanted to let her know it wasn�t just the sex, but for one reason or another, it just never came up. And he had the funniest feeling, starting in his lower intestine, that this would soon be a problem.
A glimmer of bright light caught the corner of Apolo�s eye as he walked toward the side of the cozy house. The wisps of hair on his arms rose with the dropping dusk temperature. Ahh�an open window. I can�t believe I�m gonna get my ghetto booty through this window he chuckled lightly to himself. Apolo climbed up a few of the side panels, then using his tan, strong arms to push him up, climbed through the window. THUD! Apolo felt a huge object strike him in the side of his temple as he tried to untangle his Vans from the free flowing curtains.
�What in the hell are you doing? It�s me, Apolo!� He rubbed the side of his temple, furiously trying to stop the searing pain from spreading across his face.
Morgan, who was draped lazily on her sofa , glanced over the back cushion at the bumbling heap that was Apolo. �I just might ask you the same thing. Fuck off if you know what�s good for you,� she calmly retorted.