Closeted

Chapter 3

She didn’t say a word; she had this weird shocked expression on her face. Nick stayed on the ground which I didn’t understand because she could obviously see him. Nobody said a word and the longer nobody talked the more awkward it became. I was butt naked in front of Julia and I just didn’t feel comfortable. She turned around and closed the door.
“What the fuck? What if she tells everyone?” Nick said in panic.
“She won’t Julia isn’t like that.” I responded trying to calm him down.
“You don’t understand Alex!” Nick said raising his voice.
“I’ll go talk to her.” I said while putting on my underwear.
“No don’t!” Nick stops me.
“Maybe she’ll forget, she’s pretty drunk right?” He said trying to deny the fact that Julia knows now.
“Maybe”
“Do you want to continue?” I add. I wanted to so badly; I honestly didn’t care if Julia saw. I could care less in fact. I wanted Nick and that’s all that mattered to me. Staring at his lean but built body and remembering the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart made me want to start over and continue and just forget what happened. I wanted Nick.
“No, what if someone else walks in!” Nick said with the same panicky voice.
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed both of his shoulders trying to calm him down.
“Everything will be fine, I promise.” I stare into his eyes and he stares into mine. He slowly lets out a small smile and I smile at him back.
“Can we continue…?” I said hoping he would say yes
“I am not in the mood anymore Alex.” He said changing his voice from panicky to whiny.
I was disappointed by his response but I did have a massive headache and I still saw a little blurry so I didn’t try to persuade him to change his mind.
He put on his underwear and I stared at his butt for the last few seconds I had left too.
We get changed and he makes me walk out first and then said he’ll walk out later.
I went to go find Julia because after all she was our ride home and it was getting really late even though there was still a crowd of people in the living room.  
“Julia?” I said when I found her. She looked at me and didn’t say anything and just laughed.
“Nick? Why didn’t you tell me?” She said  
 “Can we talk about this tomorrow, I want to go home.”
She laughed and said okay. I was too drunk and too tired to talk and rant about the complicated relationship I have with Nick.
Nick came out of the room and then followed us into the car. I felt like throwing up and I did all over the lawn. Julia said that I was disgusting and I laughed.
I thought about everything that just happened today and tried to take it all in. Today was actually a pretty good day.

I woke up and stared at my alarm clock, it was 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I am in shock when I realize my mom hasn’t woken me up already. She hates when I sleep in and will typically tell me how lazy I am if I do sleep in this late. I get up and wipe my eyes. I was still a mess from yesterday, my headache was ten times worse then it was yesterday and my sunlight that reflected off my bedroom window bothered the crap out of me. I felt like going back to bed and throwing up even though that’s a bad combination. I got up from my bed and I felt like I was punched and beat up but then I realized that I was punched and beat up. I was limping to the bathroom and noticed that I had a black eye and a busted lip and I had no idea how to explain this to my mom.
“Hey mom, I went to a wild party and got beat up! Did I mention I tried cocaine?”
I was scared to go downstairs and face her without an explanation.
I had no idea how to even lie about this; it was so evident that I got these bruises from being punched.
I would say that it was during school because she never saw me at all yesterday except the morning but knowing my mom she would call the school and yell at Joseph for not being punished and yeah I wouldn’t want that. I was… fucked.
“Alex wake up you have been in that room all day!” I could hear my mom yell from across the hall.
I quickly close and lock the bathroom door.
“I’m in the bathroom!” I yell back.
“Okay well when you’re done do the dishes!” She yelled.
I heard foot steps walking back down stairs. I quickly walk into Ally’s room; she was my only hope at this point. She was only thirteen years old and I knew she was into make up and I was assuming she could cover it up I mean the only option I seem to have was to make a thirteen year old put make up all over my face.
“Ally?” I whispered scared of what she’ll say when she sees my face.
“Oh my God Alex, what happened?” She said loud but I tried to quiet her down.
“I need you to help me cover this up. I got into a fight at the party and I don’t want mom knowing. Please?”
She laughed and said, “I can’t believe you gotten into a fight! Did you win” she teased and then said alright.
She took me into the bathroom and spent at least an hour applying foundation and concealer and primer and whatever else girls use to help with covering acne and such.
She let me look into the mirror when I was done. It was evident I was wearing make up, it was so obvious it was ridiculous. But I would rather have my mom think I was wearing make up then knowing I gotten into a fight. I had a problem walking because my stomach was in pain from being punched but I did the dishes and my mom hugged me from behind and smiled. I didn’t know why she was in such a good mood. I guess because she was out all night and I am assuming she was on another date with dad. She never tells us about her dates with dad. Ally is still clueless that they even occur. I only know because I kind of snooped on my mom’s phone and read her and dad’s back and forth texts. I didn’t understand why she would be seeing him or why they divorced in the first place but I guess whatever makes them happy. She went back into her room and she didn’t say a thing about my caked face or that fact that my busted lip was still evident.