No Longer Friends

Chapter 4 - The Talk

It's been a week and I haven't forgotten him. All day and all night was spent thinking all about him. I wasn't even able to pay attention in school because of him. I didn't get any good rest because of him. I found myself watching football practice after school because of him. I hated that I was going out of my way to see him, especially considering he hasn't payed any attention to me whatsoever. In the daytime I would stare at him the classes we had together like an idiot. At night I would scroll through the endless videos of ourselves that we took. I wasn't proud of myself for letting him practically rule my life, but I just couldn't stop myself.

I got home and immediately collapsed on the bed. Like clockwork, my phone went off. I answered it to see Taniya's face smiling at me.

"Hey best friend, you doing alright?"

"Yeah, just tired. And depressed." She giggled.

"I'm telling you, this is a man you shouldn't be torn up about. I guarantee he needs you more than you need him.'

"I doubt it. He still has a whole friend group. I only have you."

"Holden, honey, friend groups are not as strong as individual. I bet that group separates every month."

"I sure hope you're right, cause I'm going crazy over here."

The doorbell rang, making me look up.

"Hey I'll be back, someone's at the door."

"Okay, see ya."

I got up and walked out of my room to see my mom walking towards the door.

"Oh! James, what brings you here?" 

I completely froze. My whole body went numb as I saw James standing on my front porch. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Hi Ms. Bates, is Holden here?" His voice made shivers run down my spine. I I quickly ran back into my room and shut my door, maybe being a little too loud. I paced around my room, trying my best to calm myself down. I quickly sat down at my desk. I had to at least make it look like I was busy.

I looked over as my door opened, James walking in. He closed the door and walked over to the foot of my bed, taking a seat. No way was I gonna let it stay quiet, I would probably die of discomfort.

"What are you-"

"We need to talk," he cut me off, running his hand through his hair. I sighed and turned the chair all the way around, trying my hardest to keep my composure.

He looked down at the ground while tapping his foot. I couldn't help but gaze over his body. His fluffy brown hair was messier than usual. He wore a white tank top that perfectly showed off his muscular arms. His shorts were very short, giving an amazing view at his legs. I couldn't stop looking at him and it 's a problem.

"Are you gay?" I looked up in shock. His face was completely serious. I felt my face start to heat up. No 'how are you doing' or anything, that's the first question he asks. 

"Why- why would you think that?" I muttered as he raised an eye brow.

"No straight guy would let another guy fuck them." He leaned back and folded his arms. Why was he being such an asshole, especially since he doesn't have any room to talk.

"No straight guy would fuck another guy," I spat at him. I still tried to keep some form of composure considering my mom was downstairs. 

"Listen, dickface. You let me fuck you. And it was clear you enjoyed every moment of it."

In that moment I felt the butterflies in my stomach disappear. The man I've been fantasizing about for a week was starting to look like a big douche. There was disgust and disdain on his voice.