The Pretty Boy In The Sheets| bxb | Slowly Editing

Chapter ten

|| Eric Third POV||

The day went by like it always did, slowly and painfully boring— the long hours of sitting in a chair just to eat trashy food, neither healthy or appetizing. It wouldn't really matter if it was healthy, appetizing, the richest food in the world Eric still probably wouldn't eat it.

The only good thing that really happened today that could be said to had made the boy's day better was that Eric and Callum had an conversation— well not a conversation, a greeting but even that changed Eric's mood some. His heart jumped at the interaction, like a school girl with a crush, he thought about the blue eyes boy all day.

"That's the end of today's practice," the coach said. His hands down at his hips and his eyes squinting because of the sun as he looked at the grouped boys on the field. The boys panted and groaned in tiredness before grabbing their stuff and heading to the locker room. The locker room was the second place Eric hated most.

Whether it being the dirty talk of horny teenagers that can't keep it in their pants or the tension of waiting for someone to do something that was off putting to the boys. It could be acting a little gay, defending someone who they thought shouldn't be defended. You could simply look at the wrong place or go to the shower to early and they would take it and drag you with it.

"Did you see what Ali was wearing today?" One of the boys whistled as Eric listened into the locker room conversation, getting dressed. Jay changed in the locker next to him, texting someone Eric assume to be Emily or one of his other girls by the grin on his face.

"I had her for gym," one of the guys bragged— Ali was the second known girl in this school. Her personality, the way she dressed and her dating life was complete different from Emily though. Ali was a volleyball player, a really good one in fact that didn't really care about her grades nor how people looked at her. Her personality was sassy and rude though she did have a bigger sex life then Emily, even Eric had sex with her.

She was a very pretty girl with a high influence in the school— again much different from Emily. She was light skinned, her hair always did in braids. Her style mostly went from leather jackets to baggy clothes but sometimes in the middle of the month she would wear something that showed off her prefect body. A tight dress, thin clothes, whatever it was— the Boys at the school couldn't resist.

There was even a rumor that Eric once heard— One of the male teachers even tried to sleep with her. Nobody knows if they did or not, Some say Ali reported him and that's why he left a month later or that Ali used him for his money with her body but then someone caught them and he got fired.

Eric wouldn't know the answer— Eric wasn't close to her, Ali wasn't really close to anyone at her school besides two other girls on the volleyball team. "If she stopped dressing like a man she would be more likable," Jay spat. Finally deciding to get off his phone.

"That didn't stop you," Eric smirked— the boys laughed some before heading into a different conversation. Eric took a shower and got dressed before finally exiting the locker room. The halls were quiet and shiny clean. Eric walked down the hall, the only real noise coming from the locker room he was getting farther away from. He stopped by his locker— grabbing some stuff and putting it into his bag.

The smell of cleaning products and creaky noises from the woman, with an mop, passing by him—probably in her late 50's at most. Finally he slammed his locker shut after digging in and out of his bag, putting inside blank pieces of paper that had no reason to be in his bag. Some school books, pencils and other junk that somehow ended up in the bag.

Murmuring came from the corner of the hallway along side large heels clacking onto the glassy floors. Slowly, the voice came closer and closer— Eric thought to hide or quickly run away. He didn't want to deal with whoever was coming, yet, once he saw the pretty blonde girls face running with a redden face sobbing he couldn't help himself to intervene.

Maybe it was because helping Emily meant he would have a better chance a scoring with Callum or Emily remembered him about one of sisters. Or even because he probably knew why the girl was crying so hard about— "Emily, are you okay?" Eric said. Grabbing Emily by the shoulders.

She took a few second to process as she wiped her tears and sniffed— "I should of just listened to you." She groaned through the shaking of her body. "I-I saw Jay.. he was kissing some other girl..." She huffed in large breaths of air.

"...oh." Eric could only respond.

"Can you take me home, Eric?"

***

"I don't have to come in, really." Eric argued for the seventh time outside of his car to Emily— she shook her head and waved for him to follow her.

The house was much nicer then Eric— everything was freshly cut outside and the paint looked brand new. The hallway from the doorway filled with pictures of the family growing up through one picture to another, "my brother will be here in a couple minutes." Emily stated as Eric followed her into the kitchen.

"I can't believe he did that.. he said he loved me."

'You only knew him for a few weeks,' Eric thought but choose not to speak for obvious reasons. "Jay has always been like that." Eric said inside, awkwardly looking around at the big kitchen as if seeing diamond for the first time.

"I told him everything too- wh- what if he.." she ran her sentence short, afraid.

"I'm sure your family will take care of it, they're rich aren't they?" Eric said.

Emily made a face as she handed the boy a drink from the fridge—"What's that supposed to mean? You think my dad will just pay off anyone who wrongs me and Callum?"

"Well, yeah."

"I doubt it. I can't even remember the last time he gave me a birthday present let alone paying someone off who would spread my nudes and or tell the secrets I desperately tried to hide." Emily voice grew angry and stressed— Eric thought she was just some daddy girls, could get whatever she wanted, when she wanted it.

Callum words from the weekend started to come back at him— The conversation of Emily being insecure and following for such obvious trash. "I'm sorry," Eric said in a mutter— "I don't live your life or anything... so it's hard to understand you and Callum. You seem like this perfect person on the outside with this perfect house and a perfect family.." Eric admitted.

"I-" the door slammed open making the two jump and eye the hallway from the kitchen to see who had just came in— "Emily, do we have anymore rubbing alcohol?" Callum shouted as the sound of him getting closer and closer until he finally appeared in front of the kitchen.

He stared between Eric and Emily who stared back at him in fear because there was a large bloody cut on his face. "What happened?" Emily quickly said running over to Callum who kept his eye contact with Eric for a few more seconds before answering Emily.

"Just a scratch." Callum joked.

"Don't play with me Cal— was it Kyl-"

"Emily." Callum cut off her sentence in a firm tone— And it only made Eric curious of who the person was who made The pretty boy like this.