Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty Four

Oakley was running around like a headless chicken. I checked my watch and groaned silently to myself. We were already ten minutes late because Curtis woke up late when I told him to wake me up an hour ago but he forgot. Then Aggie called if to know if we were ready but I told her we will be there a bit late and I heard her growl. When Aggie growled, that meant she was extremely pissed. Aggie liked being on time. From waking up earlier to going to school on the dot. She said that I had five minutes to get my shit together or I will feel her wrath. Five minutes past and I was fucking dead.

"Oakley, are you ready?" I shouted.

"I'm coming! I just can't find...." His voice disappeared after I heard movement in the bathroom. I groaned loudly and dropped on my bed. I didn't care if I made my suit got wrinkled. I wanted to get this shit over with and snuggle with Oakley and have take out food for dinner. It was way better than going to some stupid dance. I grabbed my phone and saw a few texts Grant sent to me. I decided to call him and see if he was ready.

"Hello?" Grant said groggily.

A sigh past my lips and I rubbed my temples. "Please tell me you're dressed."

"...If I'm not?"

"Grant!" I snapped. "I told you to get dressed five minutes ago."

"Dude I'm fucking tired. I don't want to go anymore," he whined.

"I don't fucking care. You're going because I already woke up your sorry ass. Meet me at my house." When he didn't answer, I listened closely and heard him snoring softly. A pounding started. Not on my heart, but my fucking head. "Grant!" I yelled.

He groaned and mumbled something incoherent. "I'm up, I'm up," he said and I relaxed.

His voice was clear and it sounded like he was fully awake. "Just so you know Tate." I narrowed my eyes at the wall that was in front of me. I had a feeling Grant was going to say something sexual or idiotic. Maybe both. "You sound hot when you're angry."

He hung up the phone and I laid there with a blushing face. Grant and I didn't flirt. He was doing the flirting and I would tell him to stop because I had Oakley. Of course, he didn't stop because we both knew he was teasing and would never touch me like ever again.

I told Grant not to tell Oakley what happened between us and he understood. He thought it was best to keep that little information to myself than tell Oakley. He didn't want Oakley to hate him more than he should and I didn't want Oakley to have a panic attack...again. Grant never said inappropriate so I didn't completely mind. If he said something slick, I would punch him, simple.

Oakley came out of the bathroom and it took me every fiber in my body not to pounce on him. The moment he entered my room, the first thing I smelled was my cologne on his body. His silver fringe was over his right eye, the suit that my dad found in his room suited him well, and his lips weren't a pale red, but rather a rosy red that made them look kissable.

It was coming back, that feeling of wanted to be touched.

That feeling of s e x.

I sat up quickly and grabbed Oakley's hand and left the room.

"How do I look?" Oakley asked once we were downstairs.

I glanced at him and nodded. "You look stunning, babe."

I thought he would be pleased by my answer but he frowned and let go of my hand. I stopped walking and turned around and saw his arms over his chest. I mentally groaned when Oakley showed me his puppy eyes. He wanted me to say all the mushy shit because he practically squealed whenever I gave him a compliment.