His Princess

Chapter Seven

Dani:

Ericksen had been here for a week or two by the time we found a minute to just sit and hangout. With finals just a week away, we'd both been studying nonstop.

"Fuck Trigonometry." Ericksen threw his book to the floor discouraged. "Let's get hot wings and binge watch RuPaul."

I looked up from my notes on the speech I was to give in lieu of an exam in Public Speaking. I, myself was feeling particularly frustrated and could use a break. If I had to look at the words 'stem cell research' once more, I'd be having myself a nervous breakdown.

Ericksen placed the order of the wings and curly fries at a place a few miles from campus.

"Though it does say it in the name, these wings are really. . . Hot." I complained.

My mouth throbbed uncomfortably so I stood up to get a cup of milk. As I walked by Ericksen on the other side of the couch he smirked at me. He waits til I'm in the kitchen to speak.

"You're really hot." He wiggles his beautifully shaped eyebrows at me.

At this, I snorted and milk dribbled down my chin.

"You're not so bad looking yourself, Mr. Calloway." I shout into the next room.

In due time the year before, Ericksen and I had grown to feel confident enough to confide in one another our secrets. Him bisexual and scared of ever falling in love. And I, pansexual and genderfluid, terrified of never being able to ever find anyone who would love me for who I am. There had been what I always suspected to be mutual attraction. We'd never truly confirmed it verbally until now.

"Thank you, Dani. Coming from you, geez. Almost sounds like a compliment, yeah?"

"Be grateful." I sassed back.

Ericksen moved off the couch to the kitchen and I knew what was about to happen. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought it would happen. In slow motion, it did. He pulled me close by the small of my back. Gazed deeply into my eyes and then at last he brushed his soft lips against mine.

Though the kiss was only seconds long it seemed to last a lifetime in my head. I could feel it everywhere from my fingertips to my toes, and other wonderful places in between. Pulling back he grinned ever so slightly. His grin was crooked and adorable, it caused me to lean in for more. This time he slipped his tongue between my lips, not seeming to care I'd made the first move that time.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"Who's?" I say, with a twinkle in my eye.

"Can't you stop being a sarcastic asshole for five seconds?" He playfully complained. "Or at least for long enough for me to fuck you?"

I sighed. "Okay, okay." I whacked him on the ass.

We didn't make it to his room before we were urgently undressing each other.

Suddenly, as he cold fingers grazed my bare breast, a flash of Charlotte appeared in my thoughts. Just quickly enough to surface through my otherwise sex hungry mind. I pushed the thought away, clarifying my choice as an acceptable, given the fact that Charlotte had Eve now. We were not together, and I deserved to be happy too.

Seconds later as Ericksen pushed me backwards onto the bed somewhat roughly, my thoughts were about anything but Charlotte Atwood.

Charlotte:

Fourteen days passed by since I'd last spoken to Eve. At first it started off as merely a break. I stupidly thought maybe Eve would accept the decision and we could both take time to ourselves, with the time apart we could figure things out. As more and more time passed by it grew blatantly clear she was not girlfriend material. However, my realization did not stop Eve from calling nearly every day and every night. Begging relentlessly for me to forgive her.

Elena started to stay away from our dorm room a lot, as stress from finals piled up on her. Also she begun seeing a boy from one of her classes. She had no time to harp on me for ignoring her wretched sister, I felt a twinge of guilt about feeling glad about it.

One particular night while intensely scouring the pages of my Microbiology text book, I began feeling ravenous. Pizza just wouldn't suffice my hunger this time so I began to trek to the dining hall. As an odd sort of stroke of luck, I spied the elusive Dani Sumner. They were not alone, to my absolute horror. Dani was accompanied by the guy with blue hair from that party. The two of them did not even see me, they couldn't keep their eyes off one another.

A deep pain formed in my chest as I walked sort of spaced out into the dining hall. No longer was I hungry. In fact, I felt sick. Nausea came over me, making it hard to focus. As I walked to the back of the line to pick my entrée I could barely remember what food I was staring at for more than a second.

Frustratedly I turned and shoved my empty tray at the boy behind me before hastily running to the double doors so in order to make it back to reach my dorm room. Once I got there, I stood froze in my tracks. Eve was waiting there on my doormat with a single red rose resting between her fingers.

"Charlotte. . . Baby. I'm so sorry." She said somberly.

I shake my head, fed up with everything. I unlocked my door and walked in. Standing with my arms crossed I say to Eve, "Just get in here and fuck me. Keep your mouth shut."