Playing with Fire (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

When I woke up I was in Malcolm's room he had his arm wrapped around me and his head on my chest, I had to get outta his room before 10 am rolled around or else I was never gonna hear the end of it from the others in the house.

I tried to slowly maneuver my way from under his hold and tip toed to my room I must've woke him up when I was doing so because I hadn't even opened my room door before I got a text. It was from Malcolm.

"Im not gay..... Sorry bruh it was all that drank that had me acting like that last night."

I didn't even respond to his message. I just turned the phone off and placed it on the charger. I was slightly mad but I knew I had no grounds to be mad at him. I knew what I was getting myself into. Like Anthony warned me earlier, I'm playing with fire. I did the exact opposite, let my hormones take over and set me up for disaster. I crawled into my bed and fell asleep. I must've slept for majority of the day because it was dark outside when I woke up. I noticed I had a few miss calls when I turned on my phone, One from Zay, and a number with an 870 area code which I'm pretty sure it was Cadero calling. I also noticed Jamel my barber texted me a few times.

A few weeks ago I had went to get a haircut at "Smooth Edges". I went there for two reasons, they gave a sick ass discount to the local college kids and plus there was this dude I was checking out, Jamal. Jamal was a barber who liked me every since I started coming, He would always cut my hair for free. I knew I couldn't have Malcolm but I was definitely sure I could get Jamal. Hell he gave me his number the first time I went there and said it was to make appointments to get my hair cut so I didn't have to wait, bullshit why would I need to make an appointment if you cutting my shit for free. That nigga was feeling me and wanted me to holla.

I went over to Jamal's chair after 30 minutes of waiting. He looked directly at me in the mirror and gave me the warmest smile as he put the cape over me and ran his fingers through my hair. He'd always cut my hair in silence and stare extra hard, if he stared any harder I thought dude would burn a hole into my skull. After about 5 minutes dude walked off and made his way to the back abruptly without notice. I was a lil confused at this moment not to mention bewildered because half my head was shaven and the other half was looking like a sheep's back. As I worried about my appearance and when this guy was gonna come back to finish cutting my hair I glanced down at my phone and saw I had a text, It was from Jamal.

"Yo I wanna see you and be able to talk freely, meet me here tonight. You hanging with me tonight..."

"OK ..." I replied back......

I got up out of bed and put on some clothes. The house was oddly quiet which I didn't mind at all. Malcolm made me hate the fact I had roommates now. I went to Anthony's room and he was not there. I went to check Frankie's room and he was not in either. I wasn't going to Malcolm's room; I decided I wasn't going to talk to him anymore period. Just as I was going in my room he came out his room. He looked at me and just stared at me. I put my head down and closed the door to my room.

"damn do I have something on my face?" I said as I sat on my bed.

I hated that I allowed myself to have sex with Malcolm. He brought back all the bad memories I had with Cadero and it made me burn up inside. I figured I may need to leave the house for a while. I thought about my phone and there it was a text from Jamal giving me his address telling me to come over.

I wanted to see Jamal but I was unsure about Jamal though. He seemed to be dl to the max. I don't have a problem with dl dudes as long as they know what they want because that was much like myself, well I guess im considered discreet now that the whole house knows about me, and not some curious ass dude who plays mind games.