Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-

Chapter 8: Same Bed

     Mg heart started racing as soon as the door opened. It didn't start to beat out of my chest until I saw the men in uniform. It only spiraled up from there.

   Not only did Brookline push me back with a guilty look on his face, the next words from the police men made me wanna melt into the sheets. And not in a good way. "Mr. Napier, there are more in here".

    Aft first I was very confused. For one, Jarod's father left the country about two years ago. It made no since why he'd be back. But then it hit me, this wasn't Jarod's father at all. It was Jarod himself.

    His eyes caught mine as soon as he walked in. "Gentlemen, please escort Mr. Hamilton out of the room. I need to speak to Mr. Judson alone", Jarod says.

       Brookine protests that it isn't fair but he's obviously ignored. I sat on the bed with my knees pulled up to my chest. Jarod stayed standing and walked over to the dresser. "I'm surprised to see you here, Ben" he begins.

    "No offence, Jarod. But I'd rather not deal with a lecture. And please just don't bring up how perfect Keaton was. If you do, I might just jump out the window" I groan and put my head back. He laughs lightly and tosses me a picture from the dresser.

    I examine it and it was of him and Keaton, laying on the very same bed I was on at the moment. "Oh..this is..your room?", I look up at him and he nods.

     "From the looks of what I just saw, things were going down" he smirks. I sigh softly. "Complicated?"

    I sit up and nod. "Extremely. I hate stereotypical football jocks. Brookline Hamilton is literally the definition of stupid football jocks. And he had me wrapped around his little finger" I say softly.

    "I hear ya" he sits on the bed beside me and I lay my head on his shoulder. "Once upon a time, there was a Prince who deserved the world and had little, and a boy who had so much and deserved nothing. The Prince knew and heard about the rich boy, but he gave him a chance. And they fell in love, despite what others though of the rich boy. It doesn't matter what others say. Its how he acts with you".

   I smile and stand up. "Thanks, J. You really rock. Anyway a boy with piercings isn't getting arrested down there? He's kinda my ride..." I laugh softly.

    "No such luck. Guess you'll have to deal with me bringing you home", he smiles. "I also have to tell your parents" I groan loudly and whine.

    He pushes me towards the door and we go out the back to his car. He drives me home and we both go up to the door and I knock softly.

    My mother comes to the door in a total panic and sighs with relief when she sees me. Then her face fills with confusion when she sees Jarod.

    My dad comes to the door and Jarod fills them in with what happened. Long story short, I wasn't in any trouble except for my after school things were executed. Which meant I couldn't go anywhere to work with Brookline on the play.