I immediately screamed, the blood draining from my face as I threw my phone against a wall and dove for my clothes. "Jason?!" Julia sat straight up in bed, holding the sheet against her chest, looking at me with worry and fear written all over her face.
"It's Alex," I panted, throwing my clothes on as fast as I could. What was going on? Had the cops found us, and they were torturing him or something? Had some gang we'd unintentionally offended come to our house? What was going on?
"What's wrong with him?" "I don't know!" I exploded, gripping my hair and spinning to face her. "Do you think I'd be freaking out this much if I knew!" "Sorry," she mumbled as I yanked my shoes on and dove to kiss her cheek, before scrambling away and stumbling in my hurry to the door.
"I love you and stay here!" the words flew from my lips as I ran out of the house to my truck, plunging the keys into the ignition and speeding to my house. The more I drove, the worse my panic attack got. By the time I pulled into the driveway and fell out of the truck, my vision was blurry and I was on the edge of hyperventilating.
Alex was all I had left. He'd raised me, helped me up when I got knocked down, plastered me with Band Aids when I decided I wanted to be a professional skater, sang me to sleep when I couldn't settle down, cradled me when I had nightmares; he'd taught me everything I knew, given me the best advice; he was always on my side, and always looking out for my best interests, always keeping an eyes on me. If I lost him, or if anything happened to him, I don't know what I'd do, where I'd be.
I punched the front door open and sprinted to his room, kicking the door open with every intention of beating the snot out of whoever was here, or whatever was going on.
Only to have my eyes burned with the most disgusting image I'd ever seen, easily out ranking that guy who happened to be in the same building as one of my bombs.
"Gaaaah!" I shouted, throwing my weight back against the open door and shielding my eyes, only to have the image burned into the back of my eyelids. "Jason! Wh-what are you doing home? You're supposed to be at Julia's!"
I heard the sounds of sheets rustling and Alex whispering to the girl who, two seconds ago, had been riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. "I was! But you called me and were screaming! I thought something was wrong! Were you- oh geez, were you orgasming?!" "Uh..." "That's freaking disgusting!"
"It wasn't so disgusting when you and Julia were doing it."
