Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 20

Ethan picks me up on the corner my street, just like he always used to, so my parents wouldn't ask any questions.

The second I get into his car, and see him there, all smoldering hot and sexy, I have the sudden, desperate urge to devour his ravishing face like there's no tomorrow. I almost do too, subconsciously, because it's just weird not to. That's just how it had always been with me and him when we were together, we'd barely got our 'hello's out before we were ripping each others clothes off.

No, bad Brendon! Bad Ethan! Think about Ryan. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Good Ryan.

He looks at me sideways, and cracks one of his half, somewhat amused smiles. "Hey." And yeah, pfft, look at him all suave and hot.

"Hello," I mumble, and fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I agree to do this?! Why? Why? WHY?!

His dreads are gone, and all he's got left of hair is a few millimeters poking through his skull. It looks hot. He's hot. Fuck, I really am screwed, aren't I? "You're dreads... they're gone."

He runs his hand over the top of his head. "Oh, right, they are."

"It looks... good," I mumble, and my face burns. I stare out the window, and watch a bunny jump across the lawn beside me. Oh what I'd give to be that bunny right now.

"Thanks," he says, and I can practically hear the smirk. A few seconds pass, and he doesn't drive off. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, and he's sitting there, looking me over, up and down, and he's really not trying to be subtle either. My stomach jumps and twists, and my face is so hot that I think it might actually burn off. "You look good," he says, all smooth and calm, and fuck, he so totally knows.

"Th-thanks," I stutter and squeak. I blush some more, and silently curse myself. Yeah, now he definitely knows.

He cracks one more smile, then starts off down the street. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, but it doesn't mean anything. It cant. I'm just out for a drive with an old, dear friend, nothing else. Nothing's going to happen, I'm with Ryan. I love Ryan. I'm in love with Ryan. Sure, our relationship might be a bit on the crappy side at the moment, but that's okay, it'll get better. Plus, I'm over Ethan, I'm just confused by old feelings because this is the first time seeing him in such a long time. It's just lust, that's all. It's just the lack of sex.

"So, how's it going with the new guy? You still with him?"

"Um, good," I lie, then squeak some more. Somehow, my face manages to get even hotter. I roll down the window.

Ethan gives me a sideways glance, and raises his eyebrow. "Hm, how is he in bed? Better than me?"

"Ethan!" I cry and slink lower in my seat.

"So, no?" he asks.

"What?! No! I never said that..."

He gives me a questioning look from the corner of his eye and I know he's not going to let it go.

"No, we don't... we haven't- you know, like, had sex yet," I mutter out, and yeah, whatever, I'm embarrassed. I mean, you would be too, admitting to your old boyfriend (the one that all you ever did when you were together was have mind-shattering sex) that you dumped him for some other guy that will barely even let you get a little feel.

"What?!" he cries in disbelief. Then, he shakes his head, and laughs, like he just caught onto some big joke. "Yeah, okay, Bren. You're trying to tell me you haven't had sex since we broke up?"

I stare out the window, and bite my lip.

"No way!" he cries again. He turns to look at me, studying me over for a quick second to make sure I'm actually telling the truth before looking back to the road. "I can't even believe that! You're like, a sex fiend."