BRO wtf

What happened?

I hope the first chapter was ok enough so that you could be bothered reading this. 

PS: if it's corny please don't judge.

I walked down into the basement with a smile on my face. Jeffrey was planning a dinner with our good friends and that was when I was going to propose. No one knew about it, not even Jeff. I was excited. I walked over to the punch bowl and asked the guy next to me if he knew what was in it. 

" Nah, I just know it's got a kick to it," He replied drunkenly.

" Cool," I laughed.

'That guy is an idiot,' I thought to myself. I got some punch and walked to the corner where there was only one other guy. I couldn't help but notice the other guy was really attractive, I mean, guys know when other guys are good looking even if their not gay. I stood there sipping from my glass.

" Hey, are you Jessie Tanner?" The other guy asked politely.

I knew immediately that this was the guy who had been looking for me earlier. He didn't look like a threat, in fact he looked like he just wanted to have a polite conversation.

" That's me," I replied.

" I'm Tom Mitchell," He said, holding out his hand.

I shook it, wondering why he had wanted to meet me. He smiled not letting go of my hand. When I tried to pull away he brought it to his lips lightly brushing them against my hand.

" Pleased to make your acquaintance," He said slyly.

I pulled my hand away, he let it go with reluctance and a small smile crept onto his face. 

" Nice to meet you," I replied feeling uncomfortable.

'Is this guy gay 'cause he certainly seems like it,' I thought with grimace. Tom laughed at the expression on my face.

" Can't take a joke huh?" he asked, grinning.

I laughed. So that's what it was. I hoped.

He pulled me onto the tarp that said DANCE FLOOR in big white letters. He danced completely unashamed of the fact he was a shit dancer. I got onto the dance floor and broke out some moves I had gathered from 10 years of break-dancing classes. Tom stared at me in shock and amazement. I finished  dancing and collapsed in a chair near the drinks table.

" Tired, huh?" Tom said sitting on the arm of the chair.

" Yea. And I need to piss too," I replied.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up towards the door. I followed 'cause I really needed to pee. He took me down the hall and pulled me into a bathroom, locking the door. 

" Hey man the fuck are you doing?!" I half screamed at him.

" Dude calm down. There's another toilet through there," He laughed, pointing to the door beside the shower. 

Sure enough I looked through the door and there was another toilet. I walked in and locked the door. I heard Tom start pissing in the next room. When I was finished I walked out of the toilet and started washing my hands. I opened the door to the hallway and got pushed back into the room by Tom. I tried to push him off but obviously looks were deceiving because he was a hell of a lot stronger than me. He kept himself pressed up against my chest and used one hand to close and lock the door. He had me up against the wall now and I could feel his breath against my cheek. He grabbed my jaw and pulled my head around.

" I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? He said gently easing up off my chest slightly.

He lifted his head and looked at me square in the eye. I looked at him, kinda scared to be honest. He was actually roughly the same height as me which was weird. He breathed against my face, our faces only inches apart. I was looking into his hair now which looked really soft. I leaned down and put my nose into it breathing in, he smelled amazing, like oranges and cherries. He looked up and smiled. That's when it happened. He pressed his lips to mine. He had really soft lips. For some reason I just wanted to keep kissing him forever.

" WAIT! " I yelled 

" I'm not gay man," I said pushing him off.

He looked at me with a weird look on his face that was somewhere between hurt and amusement. I looked up at the roof and sighed.

" Look man, I was going to propose to my girlfriend tonight." I said knowing that wasn't going to happen now.

" I thought you knew," He said looking at me shocked.

" Knew what?" I asked.

" Sophia is lesbian and she's using you to make her parents think she's straight," 

I opened my mouth but I couldn't say anything. I was shocked.

" Usually guys that go out with girls like that are gay," He explained.

I walked to the door not caring when he tried to call me. I was pissed. So fucking pissed. I can't believe that Sophia would do that to me. I slammed the door and started down the hall. I saw Sophia talking to Emily and I walked over.

"Sophia!" I yelled.

She turned and I saw her pretty blue eyes looking at me. She looked startled, not like she was hiding anything at all. Emily walked into the kitchen obviously seeing I was pissed. 

"Got something to tell me?!" I asked

"Jessie-"

"No excuses OK? Why didn't you tell me? You know I would have been supportive. I would have helped you!" I shouted, breathing heavily

"I thought you would hate me." She replied meekly.

"I wouldn't hate you, I don't. I can't" 

She came over and hugged me.

"I'm so sorry Jessie. I didn't want you to find out like this."

I hugged her back. Rubbing her back in small circles. 

"It's OK," I said then turned and walked off.

It was time to go on the rebound... Maybe with a guy... Hmmm sounds good.