I'm Not Gay, I Think

Chapter 1

Authors Note: I don't really write stuff so please don't hate on it. Sorry if you dislike it, if you have any ideas for how I could make it better, please tell me and I will do! Now please try to enjoy my story.

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Owwwwww. My head hurts so bad. I must have had a lot to drink, I hope coach doesn't find out, or worse, my parents. I start getting out of bed, then I realized that I wasn't at my house. Come to think about it, where am I? 

I was laying on a mattress, my clothes are on me still, so I think my purity is still intact. I get up and almost fall over. Damn, my head hurt like a bitch. When I finally catch my balance I hear footsteps. A guy comes downstairs and smiles. He looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw him.

I lose my balance again and he rushes to me.

"Asher are you okay?" He asks worried.

"I'm fine, thanks. Just had too much to drink." I said cringing from the pounding in my head. His hands touch my neck, they were soft, wait, what the hell? I quickly move away. He looks at me concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asks with a puzzled expression.

"I need to know what happened last night because I can't remember a damn thing!" I said with irritation in my voice.

"You don't remember?" He asked, a little sadness in his voice.

What did I do with this guy? Did something important happen. Then I remember something. I was at the party and there was a dare that I kiss someone. The closest person to me was a guy named Conner... Oh my God, I kissed him.

"Conner?" I asked, hopeful that it was just a dream.

"Yes?" He asks, his voice full of cheer.

"Did we have..." My voice chokes up a little.

"What?" He asks.

"Did we have sex?" I asked, nervously.

He grins. "No, but we can if you want to. The reason I didn't do it was because you were drunk. I didn't want you to do something for the first time if you weren't thinking a straight." He said.

I sigh. My purity was still intact, but my life was over. Everyone was going to make fun of me. The worst part is my parents are homophobic, they would get so pissed off. I put my hand on my neck and rub a placed that's sore. Do I have a hickey!? Damn this day just keeps getting better. Then I think a bit.

"Conner, how did you know I was a virgin?" I asked.

"You told me last night. We almost did it, but I stopped, because, well you were drunk." He responded.

I blush a little, and put my hand back on my pounding head. Conner sat next to me.

"Need any pain killers?" He asked softly.

"Yes please." I responded gratefully.

He then leaned over and kissed me. His lips were rough, but in a way I liked it. I leaned back as he leaned in a little more. It felt good, wait, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? I back away from his lips, blushing and asking myself what I just did. He smiled and got up, hopefully to get some pain killers, and left me in the room. Did I just enter a relationship? What am I going to do? I sighed again.

A moment later, Conner walks back in with a glass of water and a pill. He hands them to me and I take them gratefully. I take the pill and drink some water. He sits back down and leans his head against my shoulder. I have no idea how this relationship is going to work out.

"Hey Asher, I need to ask you a question." Conner said.

"Yeah, ask away." I told him.

He blushes a little. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He blurts out.

"Uhh." I responded.

"I know its really soon and all, but I want to be your boyfriend, I really like you!" He says blushing like a maniac.

I face away a little. "I need some time to think. I never have had a boyfriend before and its just been really new to me. I just need time." I respond, hopeful that he doesn't think I don't like him, I mean I don't, but I don't want to be a douche and just say no. This guy has been really nice to me and I don't want treat him like shit.

"Okay, that's cool" He signs.

Oh shit! Did I do something wrong? What did I say? I have no idea. We went silent for a minute, it was really awkward. I decided to break the ice.

"What day it?" I asked.

"Sunday." He said, not sad or mad, just calmly.

I check my watch, it says 12:37 p.m. I should probably go home, but his head resting against my shoulder makes me so happy in a way I can't really explain and... wait, back the fuck up. I'm not gay, I'm glad my parents aren't here to see this or else they would kill me.

"You need a ride home?" He asked.

"Uhh, yeah." I responded, I came here with my friends and they kinda left me here.

"Kay" He said as he got and offered me a hand up.

When we got home, I said goodbye and went inside. I immediately went upstairs. I layer on my bed and checked my phone. My sister texted me, 'How was the party?' She asked. 'It was fine, nothing special.' I responded even though that was a complete lie. My sister is in her first year of college, she is 2 years older than me but we still get along.

After my sister and I talked for a while I check my photos. Holy crap, there was pictures of Conner and me making out. I deleted them because if my parents saw them, they would kill me. Speaking of dying, I have school tomorrow. How did I get myself in this mess?

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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. If no one likes it, I'm still going to keep writing it because I am getting attached to the story myself. Well thanks for reading.