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Maybe that would teach my unit that it needed to calm down.
    When I got out Elly wasn't anywhere in sight. I breathed a little sigh of relief and quickly got dressed. My mother was going to ask me a thousand questions on top of what had already happened because Elly left so soon and was probably cracking up all the way. She could be so immature sometimes.
    As I was toweling off my hair there were three loud knocks on my door, each separated by three seconds of dramatic silence.
    "Can I come in?!" Elly's voice was muffled through the wood.
    I went to the door and opened it. She was still grinning, looking as if she were holding back a load of laughter.
    " Thank you for knocking." I opened my door all the way so she could come in if she wanted to. But she just stayed there in the doorway. "Are you going to come in?"
    She shook her head and stared at my bed. "No way. There are like boy cooties in here and stuff."
    Oh geez, of course she would make a big deal about it. And this was only the beginning. She was going to tease me about this for a long time. I sighed heavily as the thoughts of the last year of high school being filled with masturbation references.
    "Everyone does it. It's not a big deal, so don't make it one or I won't talk to you anymore."
    That brought another, even bigger smile, to her lips. "Really? You're going to stop talking to me if I want to talk about what I witnessed here today?"
    "Really. Don't test me."
    She shook her head, "Oh, no, of course not. I wouldn't dream of it. Not one bit. I didn't know your bit was so big."
    I felt the heat in my cheeks. "Elly." I tried to keep my voice stern and stare her down like I meant business but she didn't seem to be taking me seriously.
    "What were you thinking about?" She prodded some more and I felt the anger rising in my chest.
    "I'm not talking about this."
    "Come on, Kent!"
    "No. One more word and I'm kicking you out."
    "Don't you mean, stroking it out?"  
    She smiled even as I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards towards the stairs.
    "Kent, we need to talk this out. Quit being such a baby."
    My mom was coming out her room just as I pointed down the stairs, "Go on, Elly."
    "What's going on, Kent?" my mom asked as her feet slowed in the hallway.
    "Mom, just stay out of this. Elly is..." Jesus, what did I tell my mother? That Elly saw me beating off and wanted to talk about it?
    "I was just trying to get Kent to go for a walk with me, but he turned me down. Said he needed alone time in his room."
    I shook my head a little as I heard my mother inhale deeply. My body tensed, ready for the inevitable.
    "Kent, you've been in your room all morning. Go outside and get some fresh air. Don't be rude."
    Elly...damn her. I didn't say another word as I went downstairs and pulled on my Converse sneakers. Elly was behind me, chattering away at my mother like she was an innocent party. I was going to get her back for this. I wasn't sure how...or when, but I was.
    She giggled at me the whole walk. It was so annoying. "How did you sleep last night?"
    "Oh, just fine, thanks. And your sock? I mean, yourself?" She giggled again.
    I sighed as I looked away from her, towards the manicured lawns and the little kids all around doing little kid things. I remembered when me and Elly used to do stuff like that. Jump around in the sprinkler, eat popsicles, get sticky and go jump around in the water some more.
    "Great. I dreamt about Amanda. Which is why I had to, you know." I glanced at her, her face expressionless. I squeezed my fists together, wanting to shake myself. Why had I done that?
    I pressed my tongue against my cheek as I looked back to the sidewalk. It didn't matter. She didn't care.
    "Are you going to ask her out when we get back to school?"
    "Pft. No."  
    "Why not?"
    "Because she isn't into me." As soon as I said it I knew I'd made a mistake. What could I tell her? She wasn't going to let it pass.
    "But I thought she gave you her number? That means she's