I played with some of the guys until I spotted Zach out by the tree line, Mia's house backed onto the woods, rich people... I took my beer cup and headed over towards him.
'Ah, you finally came to say hello.' Zach smiled before taking another puff of smoke.
'Smoking is bad for you.' I muttered pointing to the cigarette in his hand and he smiled stubbing it out on the heel of his shoe.
'So did you just come over here to tell me off for smoking or do I get a little more attention than that?' I shrugged and took a drink. He smiled and took my cup from my lips and skulled the rest of it before looking around, he gripped my wrist tightly and dragged me into the treeline. I know, sounds a little rapey, I am aware.
'What are you doing?'
'I'm not an idiot, and neither are you. So, let me scratch that little itch you've got and you'll be scratching mine in return.' He grinned pressing me up against a tree and pushing himself against me.
'What are you doing?'
'You're gay, don't deny it, and my boyfriend pissed me off, and he hates you.'
'What? Who? Why do they hate me?'
'Because I think you're cute, and that drives him insane, he's kinda possessive as fuck but I like it. Except he did something that really pissed me off so I'm gonna do something that's really gonna piss him off, plus I'll be helping you.'
'Helping me how? This is borderline rape, definitely sexual harassment.' He grinned.
'You ready?' Ready for what?
'What-' Zach smashed his mouth against mine, his tongue ambushing my mouth and I whined out, not enjoying him doing this at all.
'What the fuck are you doing?' Zach was ripped away from me and I watched as Harry slugged him right in the jaw, Zach fell down looking a little stunned and Harry grabbed my hand and dragged me back towards the house.
'Harry you're hurting my hand, why did you punch Zach? We should at least make sure he's okay, you left him in the woods all alone.' I looked back to see a guy in jeans and a hoodie dragging Zach out of the woods much like Harry was me. He grinned at me and gave me the thumbs up before I was dragged through the house and out the front before being shoved into the passenger seat of the truck. Zach got in and slammed his door before tearing out of the drive and down the street.
'What the hell were you thinking?' I looked at him, a little mad and even upset, what I can't be gay because you don't like it? 'Someone could have seen you, what if it wasn't me that had come along? Your rep at school would have been ruined, both of you.'
'So what? It's just a reputation!' I yelled not waiting for the truck to full stop as I stormed up to his door and walked in. His parents were away on a holiday for the next week and a half, real romantics, celebrate everything properly.
'So what? Sen, colleges aren't going to want to scout a gay player!'
'It's 2017! Colleges don't give a fuck!' He slammed the door behind him as he walked in.
'The world isn't as evolved as you would like to think, what about your mum? What about your dad?' I stopped, in the middle of the hallway I stopped and stood there, the tears hadn't managed to fall but him mentioning my dad caused them to spill over. 'Sen-' I moved towards the spare bedroom where I'm usually supposed to stay, but I normally don't even bother, just fall asleep next to Harry. 'Sen I didn't mean to bring him up!' Harry yelled walking after me but I just slammed the door in his face. 'Sen, I'm sorry. Please open the door.' I pulled the shirt off and threw it in the hamper, I pulled my jeans off and threw everything into the hamper, it all had alcohol on it anyway. I walked into the bathroom and showered before pulling on some boxer shorts and crawling into the bed. I heard the other shower go and closed my eyes. My dad wasn't a good man, I knew that and I only knew him until the third grade. He was racist, homophobic, basically a white supremacist. He left my mum for someone with the same beliefs and I'm glad. No one talks about him, and I like it that way, for Harry to bring him up... over this... I pulled the pillow tighter to my chest. I felt the bed dip and I held tighter to the pillow.
'Let go of the pillow.' Harry whispered, his hands trying to pry mine from the pillow, he was warm so he probably just got out of the shower. He pulled the pillow away from me, putting it back where the second person is supposed to sleep in the double bed and laid under the covers, pulling me to him. My arms wrapped around his chest and he gently pulled my head to lay cheek against his chest. 'I'm sorry for what I said about your dad. I was just mad, but that is no excuse and I'm sorry, I just got so mad seeing you with Zach. Zach of all people.'
'What does it matter?'
'It matters because he took your first kiss, and it pisses me off.' Now that I think about it Zach did take my first kiss, weird...
'So, we're guys, that shit doesn't matter.' I muttered as I pulled away from him, laying my head on the pillow so I could look at him.
'It does matter.'
'Why?'
'Because- Because...' He swallowed and looked away. 'Because. I thought you would have at least tried to be with me before anyone else.' I looked at him a little surprised but mostly confused.
'What?'
'I'm an idiot but I'm not actually stupid Sen, I know you're not into girls, I push it so hard and do stupid shit because I wanted you to make the first move so I wouldn't have to, that way if you didn't like it we could just blow it off and never talk about it again, but you kissed him.' He sounded a little disheartened.
'I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't even really want to kiss him, he just asked if I was ready and did it, and then you punched him and dragged me- Oh that sly mother- He knew you were coming, he planned that whole thing.'
'What? Why?'
'Because he probably knew I'd never say anything and you'd never do anything without me asking you or telling you to.' He chuckled and I smiled, I moved my hand up to touch his lips as he smiled, his smile fading as I ran my fingers over them.
'Did you like it?' He asked, his lips running against my fingers, my eye dragging back to his.
'What?'
'The kiss, did you like it?'
'With Zach? No, not really. Why?' I asked pulling my fingers back and he looked away, his cheek burning bright pink.
'Do you want me to kiss you?'
'W-what?' I stuttered my mouth running a little dry.
'Well, I mean maybe you don't like guys, so I mean if I kiss you and you don't like it then maybe you're not gay?' He sounded like he was trying to justify it to himself more than me.
'O-okay.' I whispered and he reached out, hands clamping on my hips gently, pulling me against him. We were only in boxers and from what I could feel we were both semi hard.
