The Core Five - High school style

Make out session didn't go as planned

Daniels pov

Mike and I are dancing in Chads fully crowded living room.
"Having fun?" He shouts, trying to make himself understandable with the hard music playing. I nod.
"Sure as hell!"
The dancing gets more intimate. We're getting closer to each other, teenagers dancing all around is. At some point I can't control myself and press my lips against Mike's. He immediately pulls back. "Not here!"
I raise my eyebrows as he continues.
"Not in public!"
I take his hand and lead him through the crowd, going upstairs, to Chads bathroom. Mike closes the door behind us and locks it.
"Chad wouldn't mind?"
I shake my head and Mike smiles.
"Okay."
He kisses me and I stop him.
"Wait," I say. "I'm sorry. But before we do this, I have to know."
"Tell me," Mike says. I sigh.
"Why are you so bound on not being seen in public? Is it that embarassing you're with me or?"
"No, Daniel," he says indignantly.
"Of course not."
"Then what is it?" I ask him.
"What the fuck do you think? I'm not out yet to anyone, not even my best friend Jacky. So I wouldn't particularily like everyone seeing me kiss a guy."
"Oh," I bring out.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he says, putting his hand on my cheek. He then leans over and softly presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back, harder. He puts his hands in my hair and begins to kiss me more eager, like he feels the same desire I feel right now. I press him against the sink and rub my hands all over his neck. He pulls back for just a split second to take off my shirt and I take off his too. I let my hands slide down his chest, all while still making out passionately. He lets out a soft moan between the kissing. God, he really knows how to turn me on.
"Daniel!"
Chads voice. I pull back and try to sound like I'm not out of breath after all this dry humping.
"Yes?" I manage to say.
"Why the fuck is the door locked? Merida's downstairs waiting for you!"
"Oh shit," I think out loud.
"What is it?" Mike asks, raising his eyebrows. "Who's Merida?"
Not my girlfriend. 100% certain absolutely not my girlfriend.
"She's, uh, my sister."
And I screwed up.
"I don't know what you're doing, man. I'll see you downstairs!" Chad shouts before walking away.
Mike gives me a confused look.
"Why does it matter?"
"Well, uh, see. I'm out to almost everyone but.."
Just improvise something.
"Not my sister. She's incredibly homophobic."
"That sucks," Mike admits.
I nod. "Yeah, I'm gonna go."
"Why can't you stay a little longer? She can wait, right?"
I pick up my shirt from the ground and put it on. "Uh, no actually."
I unlock the door. "Not now, Mike."
I walk out of the bathroom, leaving a very confused and very shirtless Mike standing in front of the sink, watching me walk down the stairs. A wave of guilt flashes over me. For just ditching him like that.
But I can't have my girlfriend come upstairs and hear me kissing someone else, I really can't.
Downstairs I see Merida standing in the hall. "Hey baby," she says, giving me a short kiss.
"What were you doing?"
"I was, uh, in the bathroom."
I decide not to mention the fact that I was making out with Mike just seconds ago. I clear my throat.
"But I'm here now."
Merida smiles and turns to one of her friends. "So this is Daniel, my boyfriend."
The girl smiles.
"Sweet, how long are you together?"
"Two months already," Merida says, wrapping her arm around me.
"Daniel?"
I turn around and see Mike standing behind me, an unreadable expression on his face. I walk towards him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Mike, I-"
"Fuck off."
With those words he walks away, leaving Merida and my friends watching me with weird looks.
"What was that?" Merida asks, clearly confused.
"Nothing. I'll be right back."
I walk out of the house, looking around for Mike, only to find he's nowhere to be found. My phone screen brightens.
Three messages from Mike:

Jesus christ, Daniel

Girlfriend? Two months?

Thanks for using me as just a hookup

I sigh and stare at the messages. I should've told him way before. Maybe if I explained what's going on he would still be here. I begin to type a reply.

Mike, call me

I can't explain this through texts, I need to talk to him, but he clearly thinks otherwise.

I think the fuck not