�Nothing really. I just felt like coming home for a couple of semesters. I might go back soon though, I�m not too sure,� she replied, setting the bottle of water down on the table adjacent to her.
�That�s a shame. I was so sure you were anything but insecure.�
Morgan dug her toes into the carpeting. �And what is that suppose to mean?�
�Oh, nothing.� Sarah swirled her fingers along the rim of her drink. �Just, you know, girls like you are usually able to hold their own. You all seem so strong, not the type to come crying home to Daddy when life gets too tough.�
�You mean like those figure skaters who bitched to the refs during the Olympics? Sarah�s Cheshire grin disappeared quickly from her face. �And who exactly are you referring to when you say, �girls like me?� �
�Well, the way Apolo talks about all your outspoken, �important opinions� and the fact that you have absolutely no dates, well, I kinda assumed you were a lesbian. You are, aren�t you?� Sarah looked Morgan up and down, relishing in the obvious anger inflicted on her victim. �I have a few friends I could possibly set you up with, but of course, you might have to come to me for a few makeup and hair tips beforehand��
�It�s been a blast talking to you, but I think I�m going to the bathroom now. Apolo�never mind.� Morgan stalked off as her hands shook with rage. What a fucking bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? Little Miss Fucking Precocious, my ass. Her feet moved across the room without any particular purpose; her only objective was to move as far away from Sarah as possible. And the worst part of the whole ordeal was that Apolo, her best friend, the one who taught her how to shoot trays, had left her standing out to dry.
�Oh shit,� mumbled Morgan under her breath as she felt the slightest cloud of tears form. He had abandoned her. He let Sarah walk all over her own dignity and integrity. Sarah�s words meant shit to Morgan, but Apolo�s lack of them was all her mind could focus on. Brushing the underlying salty droplets away from her eyes, she walked aimlessly among the guests. This was too hard for her to take, no matter how terrific the relationship between her and Apolo was. A wave of shame overcame Morgan. She was a complete fool to have thought it would work out.
�Hey, that�s my foot you�re stepping on. How can I dance with only my left foot?�
Morgan looked up and gazed into J.J.�s bright and shining eyes. �Sorry about that,� she replied, running her fingers through her hair.
�Nah, that�s alright. I don�t need my feet to show you how to move anyway,� he said, a mischievous grin crossing his full lips. J.J. frowned as he noticed Morgan�s glossy eyes. �What�s wrong?�
�Nothing,� she murmured, shaking her head.
J.J. tilted her face toward him so that he was gazing straight on into her dark, melting eyes. �Doesn�t look like nothing. You sure you don�t want to talk about it?�
�Yeah. I�m okay. Let�s just drop this, alright?�
�Alright�but I know what will make you feel better,� he whispered in her ear.
�What?�
�You getting your freak on with me.�
�I think I�d like that.� Morgan smiled. The night could only get better from here. And a little bump and grind was just what would do the trick.