Because Shane didn’t know there was someone inside the bathroom, she hurriedly turned the knob of the door to enter. “Whoa…” And at the sight of her, Helena left immediately.

“Shane…” Tina was just as shocked as Helena but she couldn’t force herself to move.

Shane turned around to see where Helena was but she didn’t catch her so she converged her full attention to Tina who looked like she had seen a ghost. “Hey, Tina…?” As if a light bulb had gone off from above her head, Shane backed away a good couple of steps. “No… What did you do…?” Every event with Helena and Tina last night rushed to her head like hot blood and she came to a big realization.

Tina went over to Shane’s back to close the bathroom door, protecting herself from the ears of her other friends. “Shane… Please… Listen to me…”

“What… What the hell were you thinking, Tina?” Shane wasn’t a fan of monogamy and everyone knew that but for a couple she had known since time immemorial, she wants its essence applied to every inch of her friends’ relationship.

“I wasn’t…”

“No shit…”

WEDNESDAY – WEEK 7

Lunch Time @ Miriam High School

Since last Sunday, Shane and Tina had not spoken to each other. Tina was too embarrassed to approach Shane and Shane wasn’t sure how she’d talk to Tina. They probably were waiting for the other to open her mouth first. No one was budging though.

Shane shifted her eyes from Tina to Carmen who was busy nodding her head at the music playing in her ears. She didn’t press the issue when Carmen told her that a discussion wasn’t an option for them right now which made Shane wonder what she had to do next. She can’t argue that she had done just about everything because she hadn’t but she had absolutely no clue on which step to take. “You guys ready for our next game this Friday?”

“Damn, man. I gotta work on my fucking free throws, you know? I can’t afford to get benched the rest of the invitational games. Coach said he would if I don’t improve drastically. Drastically? Can you believe that guy? How the hell am I supposed to do that until Friday?” Moira shook her head at the thought of blowing her season because of shooting less than 55% from the free throw line. “I’d be lucky if I don’t earn a trip to that fucking line every now and then. Jesus.”