Left Abroad

Chapter 9

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Pic of Jarred
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Micheal in all his great clothed bodily glory went down the small little dune and was immediately greeted and cheered on his arrival. Of course I tried to catch no ones attention whatsoever and just mind my own business staying in the shadows. There was an abundance of alcohol available near the ginormous fire, but alcohol wasn't something I really did. Once again, what the hell was I doing here.

I got a place a bit away from where all the people were dancing, but that was still close enough to the fire to warm me. The breeze was harsher than I had expected it to be. Fool like I always am. A few pares slipped away every now and then, probably to have sex somewhere on the beach. The thought of all that sand going everywhere was just horrible to imagine. Some no doubt thought the same as me as they went to their car, only some drove away though.

A couple just preparing to do that walked pass me, the girl almost fell on top of me because of her shoes. She was wearing what could only be described as her slut outfit, super high heels which made total sense on the beach right, and a mini dress so short you could see the bottom of her ass cheeks.

"Hey," a guy said.

He was outlined by the fire making it hard to tell if he was even looking my way. I looked around and was amazed to see that I was actually the only person still on this side of the bonfire.

"Hey," I said a bit uncertain.

"You mind if I join you, or is that seat taken," he said and made a gesture I can only guess was him pointing at the spot next to me.

"Well, I don't see a reservation there..."

So he sat, probably not knowing who I even am. Poor guy.

"I haven't seen you here before."

"I was kind of forced to come."

"By?"

"Micheal Alvaraz."

"Oh Micheal, he's a great guy. How do you know him?"

"Well, it's a long story, lets just say basically we're like brother now."

"So mister basically Micheal Alvarez's brother, do you have a name?"

"Nathan."

"Well I'm Jarred, your new fun manager."

"Fun manager? How the hell did you come up with that one? And why would you even want to be?"

"No you're totally right, you are obviously having the time of your life sitting here all alone, I mean come on, it's kind of a bit sad," he said looking at me chuckling, I have to admit I laughed a bit as well.

We started talking and he was actually a nice guy, not to even mention good looking. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was kind of built, not too little not to much, just enough to see that he has muscles. His red shirt hugged his torso in a great way.

"So tell me something about yourself," Jarred asked.

"Uh, I don't know what to say or what to start with."

"Okay lets start easy, favourite colour? Mine is red."

"Black," I say looking down.

"Okay hard one, you look for looks or personality? In all honestly I will say looks."

"Both actually. Easy one favourite food? Mine is pizza."

"Okay, food.... steak."

"Oo, fancy," I said bumping into him, "Hard one. Easy fucks or actual relationship?"

"Both and you?"

I was actually a bit shocked at the ease with which he answered truthfully, most people would at least think a bit.

"R-," but before I could finish someone was knocked over by the breeze.

The strength did pick up but he must have been drinking quite a bit to be that off balance. We tried to help the poor soul up and then he just stood there, walking away very slowly as some old man would shuffle away.

"You're shaking a bit, want to move closer to the fire?"

"If that's okay with you," I ask.

So we both stood up and went a bit closer. When we sat down Jarred was sitting a bit more closer than before, our arms touching. He looked real comfortable with his legs spread out in front of him and resting on his elbows. I just sat crossed lefgs.

"Hard one. Virgin," he asked.

"What?"

"Oh don't act so innocent, are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I said and I knew to most people that was just pathetic.

"I'm not. Hard one. Bi or gay?"

"Excuse me," my eyes must have been a big as saucers because he just laughed.

"Oh come on, you just let me come and sit with you, your totally open and honest and you didn't even move when I sat closer when we moved."

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm bisexual," he said looking me straight in my eyes and winked.

"Look this has been fun, but I have to get going," I said an quickly got up.

"Hey, wait, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You don't even have to answer okay."

He had moved in front of me and placed his had on my chest to stop me from moving. We stood like that just for a bit, then his hand moved a bit to the right and squeezed my chest and rubbed my nipple. My face went as bright as a tomato and I just backed away.

"Sorry, I just thought you'd like it."

"Yeah well, I'm not looking for quick fucks and one night stands okay."

"Hey Nathan you ready to go?"

Micheal was to my right, perfect timing to because Jarred was following me. I smiled and nodded to Micheal that I was and we made our way to the car. This big black van was parked next to it and I had to squeeze in to the gap to get to the passenger door.

I was just about to open the door when I heart and felt the sliding door of the van opening behind me. Immediately there was pressure on my shoulders and on my mouth...