"Zoe!" Athena seethed, slamming the bathroom door behind her, "What the hell?"
"Hey Athena," I said, subconsciously sticking my newly enlarged breasts out for her to see.
"Jon's super pissed! Are you trying to ruin my chances with him?"
"Pissed about what?" I asked in a smooth voice, trying to calm her down.
"Don't act like you don't know!" she spat, "He says you stole his lucky rock! That you took advantage of him when he had so generously given us all the sperm he'd been saving up, and stole his rock when he wasn't looking! You can be such a bitch sometimes!"
I wanted to say something, to explain that the rock wasn't a lucky rock at all, but rather a wishing rock. I wanted Athena on my side. Sure, I knew that she was really Zoe's best friend, that I was really Jon, but that was a thought I was having a hard time holding on to. When I stared at Athena, desperate for the other Jon's attention, so pushed toward her desire for him that she'd turn against me, I couldn't help myself.
"I'm sorry," I said, putting the rock on the counter, "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."
She snatched it up. "Hopefully when I bring this back he won't think that I had anything to do with you stealing it."
"I can explain it to him, if you think that would help."
"Maybe," she said again, her volume dropping as the anger seeped out, "Give me a couple minutes alone with him, though, so that I can try to smooth things over."
She turned and walked toward the door. Our date hadn't gone quite as I'd hoped it would. Sure, we'd made out like normal, but usually I get to bring her home after so that she can help me with my dildo. Having a friend that is as close as Athena was a special thing, and I would hate to lose her.
Before she left, though, she paused. My heart beat a little faster as she turned toward me. Maybe this would be the moment of forgiveness.
"You know, Zoe, sometimes I wish that you would just..."
