Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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I attempted to ignore their stares as I just glared at the wall. They were really starting to get on my fucking nerves and the need to cuss them out was getting harder to hold in.
They stood in the middle of the room literally having a whole ass conversation about me as if I couldn't hear them. I hugged the bottle close to my chest, choking it almost. Wishing it was that fucking little—
"This is just sad!" Christian shouted, making my head snap in their direction, "I can't watch this." I'm assuming I was the this he was referring to.
Emmanuel looked between the three of us, glancing longer at me, "What happened again?"
I heard Sin sigh, "I think his situationship broke up with him."
"Situationship?" He scrunched his nose up, "What's that?"
Sinjae flung her arms in the air, "Oh my God, Emmanuel! Do you live under a rock?"
Christian ignored her little out burst and answered instead, "It's like his man that's not his man, well not officially his man. Like y'all basically just fucking and talking for months!"
"Wait, man? Eric's gay?"
My eye twitched.
"God, I hope not we just fucked yesterday. It was good, too."
"Gross." Christian shuddered, the shiver visibly running through his whole body.
"Don't be misogynistic. Like a literal asshole is any better."
"Oh, please! I know girls are getting fucked up the ass now, too!" Christian shot back.
Sin gasped and took a step towards him, but Emmanuel quickly got between the two of them.
I groaned leaning over into the arm rest. Please go the fuck away, "Can y'all please shut the fuck up."
I just wanted them all to disappear. I just wanted to disappear. Or at least go home where I didn't have to hear this dumbass conversation. But my ride was passed out cold.
I patted my pockets for my phone. Shit, I wonder if Dre ass was up and willing to drive out this far...
Suddenly my face was grabbed and turned. Sinjae pouted her lips out at me. "Would some pussy make you feel better, Eric?"
"Jesus, Sinjae." Christian mumbled, "You have no self control." He kneeled down and pushed her out of the way.
"Eric, honey." He started, "I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but I need you to let go of the bottle." Christian grabbed the bottom and I didn't fight it when he pulled it from my hands and sat it on the coffee table.
"I'm not going to make you talk about it, yet." He smiled, "Or at all if you don't want to."
Who is this man and what did he do with the real Christian? This one was too nice to me. I watched him rise from his knees and put his hand out for me to grab. I just glared at it.
"You can sleep in my room. Better than the couch."
I didn't move.
One, I don't think I could stand up. Two, why the fuck was he telling me what to do anyway?
"Or don't stand up." He sighed, "We don't know how to help you."
"I don't need help. I need y'all to shut the fuck up." My voice came out a lot deeper than I was used to. I shocked myself.
"Okay, so Eric is definitely an angry drunk." Sinjae nodded as if she was taking a mental note, "And surprisingly sexier. Minus the crying."
"I did not cry." My eyes just was sweating a little.
"I saw you."
"Stop talking to me."
She crossed her arms over her chest, "Whoever this guy is, he's a piece of shit and he doesn't deserve you."
I dropped my head back against the couch. Our eyes met, "You don't even know him."
She don't even know how backwards that was. How many chances I had and fucked up each one.
"Yeah, well, I know you and what you have to offer and he's a fool for not picking you." She wasn't even looking at my face anymore, as she was talking her eyes slowly fell to my lap.
Christian rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Are you talking to his dick again?"
A smirk came across her face as she shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe."
Now that did make me laugh. I patted the spot next to me and she squealed and fell into it.
She grabbed the top of my head and forced it down so it was leaning on hers. Her hair smelled just like it did last night. "Like I said, fuck him."
"He has a name. It's Gavin."
Sinjae didn't even hesitate. "Fuck Gavin, then."
Christian looked down at both is is with a look I couldn't read. He cursed before finally opening his mouth."If I say 'Fuck Gavin', too, can I cuddle?" He mumbled.
Sinjae and I scooted over and Christian came under my other arm. He turned his body into mine, throwing his leg over and wrapped an arm around my stomach. Sinjae, not wanting to be one-upped, threw one leg on top of his.
My body grew warmer with all the extra limbs on me. "Y'all are so fucking extra."
Sinjae giggle and looked up to the only person left not attached to me.
"You coming, Emanuel?" He was standing there all awkward and shit. Yeah, I'm sure it was room on my lap for him somewhere.
He shook his head, moving to sit on the other couch. "Nah, I'm good right here."
