Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 21 - Hiding in the stall

I stood in the restroom, arms folded as my gaze stared intensely at the door. I think I've been here for seven minutes already and Weston's still not here.

I mean I should probably leave, but then I know he'll never leave me for making him skip practice just to be met with an empty restroom. Though he was wasting time now. He said coach Fisher wouldn't mind letting him go.

As I wondered maybe if I should just leave and tell him not to come again the door suddenly opened. My eyes shot to the door immediately just to be met with another guy who wasn't Weston. The guy and I stared at each other in total silence, neither of us breaking eye contact before he slowly made his way to the urinal, awkward zipping his pants down.

Once he was done he zipped up then washed his hands, his dark eyes glancing back and forth at me awkwardly before he turned the faust off then walked out.

God that was so awkward!

It's better I leave now before I run into another awkward moment. Running my hands through my hair I began walking to the door and opened it before I was met with a shirt which read out Wolves.

"Leaving so soon?" I looked up to see Weston smirking back at me. He looked half sweaty, still wearing his jersey.

I glared at him. "I thought you said Couch fisher wouldn't mind having you leave for practice?"

He chuckled as he shut the door behind him before I stepped back to give him more space. "And you actually believed a word I said?" I rolled my eyes at him.

Because of you I had to be in an awkward situation. Though it probably would have been more awkward walking in on two guys in the bathroom alone. So maybe thanks for coming late. No! No thank you!

"So why'd you call me here? Did something happen?" He got straight to business, leaning against the wall.

Okay Lewis, just tell him why you called him here. I called you here so we can kiss. That should be easy right?

"So, the reason why I have called you here... Well the reason actually is..." This is actually much harder than I thought.

Weston stared at me, his pure blue eyes never wavering away from me as I tried to formula how exactly I should tell him this. If only he could stop looking at me with those eyes maybe I'll be able to actually say something right now.

"Come on Lewis, is it really that hard?" He asked, raising a brow.

Yes, it is.

"I mean... you know, forget it. This was probably stupid calling you out from practice, so you should go back and I'll just continue my—" I slowly paused mid sentence as Weston towered over me, his gaze almost piercing through me. "—Lunch"

"You know I can't, so just spit it out"

Ah, jeez. Well, here I go then.

"I... I don't know, but lately I've been questioning if I'm even straight and so I took this sexual orientation test which was probably not accurate so I need you now to kiss me to be sure if I'm straight or not and the only reason I actually called you is because I know you're the only one who would actually agree to do this without getting the wrong idea!"

Weston stared at me dumbfounded for a moment before he bursted out laughing. I stared at him as he laughed out, clutching his stomach as he practically trembled in place. I could feel my cheeks flare red as tears practically began forming in his eyes.

"It's not funny! This is a serious case and if you're not going to help then I'm leaving!" I yelled at him who just kept shaking violently. Gritting my teeth I started to leave but he quickly grabbed my hand, stopping me in place.