Living Your Lie (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

I woke up in the backseat of my own car and for the first twelve seconds I was at a complete loss as to how I got there or where it was parked. I shivered from the mild, morning temperature. I could hear birds chirping from trees. I sat up, felt dizzy and flopped back down to the leather seating, and everything came rushing back to me. My head started to throb as all the memories of me with my tongue down Dakota's mouth came popping back into my head.

I groaned loudly and was promptly smacked in the stomach by an unsuspected hand from the front seat. I grumbled loudly and batted away the hand as it came flying back at me. I slowly pulled myself to sit up and noticed not one, not two, but all three of my friends laying in a tangle in the front seats of my small car. My eyes widened at the sight because there was definitely not enough room for them to be up there without pressing up against one another in a handful of different ways.

"What did you three get up to last night? I asked, voice coming out thick and scratchy. I made sure the suggestive hint was still audible, though.

Suddenly they were all awake and looking freaked out by their compromising situations. I started laughing as Anthony, Nathan, and Andrew all scrambled to get away from each other. The horn was bumped a couple times, causing it to blare and the passenger side door flung open. Andrew tumbled to the ground and just his legs were still in the car. Anthony and Nathan were sitting in the two front seats while all of them sat there scowling.

I coughed, finally done laughing, and asked with a raised eyebrow, "So how was the threesome, guys?"

Anthony instantly leaned forward and punched me hard in the chest. I wheezed and flipped him off.

"We didn't have a fucking threesome," Anthony snapped.

"Ah crap, was I involved?" I asked, still teasing. I narrowly dodged another punch--this time from Nathan--as I added, "Did we have an orgy?"

"Screw you, Sinclair," Andrew remarked from where he stayed sitting on the concrete ground outside the car.

"I thought you already did that," I smirked. "Or did you screw one of these idiots?" I asked, gesturing at my other friends.

I was immediately assaulted with both swear words, slaps, and fists. I tried to dodge most of them, but still got a few stinging slaps and a rough smack upside the head. I could only laugh, though. This whole scenario was actually quite hilarious no matter what my friends had to say. And to think I was the gay one.

"Alright, alright," I said, surrendering. The other boys glared at me, but thankfully stopped hitting me. "I'm done. Where are we anyway? And why are we in my car? It's cold out here."

Andrew spoke first, finally getting to his feet and clambering into the back seat to sit next to me. "We're at my place." I glanced out the window and noticed it was true. His large, blue house and the entire neighbourhood were familiar surroundings. "You found us around midnight but were too drunk to drive."

"We all were, to be honest," Anthony added. He was wincing and I knew his hangover was hitting him. He always got them the worst.

"So I found my little brother and made him drive us back here," Andrew finished. "I guess we all passed out before we could go inside."

I nodded and then glanced at Nathan. My brow furrowed immediately. "Dude, why the hell are your jeans undone? And why were the three of you up there? Did something happen you're not telling me about...?"

Andrew elbowed me in the ribs. Nathan bristled and started to do his pants back up. Anthony looked like he was going to be sick and simply ignored me while he clutched his head in his hands.