Living Your Lie (boyxboy)

Chapter 17

The next day I slammed my phone down onto my bed at my side in frustration. I groaned through clenched teeth and pinched the bridge of my nose as it continued to chirp annoyingly with notifications.

My phone had been blowing up all day long with messages and calls from my friends and teammates. They all wanted to know if I was going to be at that DJ guy's party tomorrow night.

It was honestly annoying the fuck out of me because first and foremost, I didn't even want to go. At the same time, though, I didn't want to be stuck at home with my parents--that is, if they were even going to be around. And on top of all that, I didn't want to have to deal with hearing everybody's crap on Monday if I didn't show up to this party.

My phone vibrated again and I reluctantly picked it back up to check it. It was just another message from Anthony promising me that I just needed to get laid so I wasn't "uptight" all the time, and that he would help me get a hot chick.

I groaned again, wishing I could just get away from everyone. Well, not everyone. I still found myself craving the company from both Dakota and Dante, which only got me more frustrated and confused.

On one hand, I hadn't heard from Dante since he dropped me off after our trip and there was no way I could call or text him first this time. I mean, I knew it'd only been three full days since I last talked to him, but it felt like a lot longer. And after how awkwardly that trip had ended, I was kind of afraid to put myself out there and have the chance that he'd shoot me down. Which I guessed since he hadn't tried to contact me, maybe he was re-considering everything that was and wasn't going on between us.

When I first got involved with Dante, I knew he was a jerk. I knew he was egotistical and all that, but he was hot and he was interested in me--or my body, at least. And then the more we hung out, the more we got to know each other and as scared as I was to admit it even to myself, I think I started to get real feelings for him somewhere along the line.

What irritated me the most was that with how sweet and dare I say almost loving the last month or so he'd been, I thought he maybe was finally beginning to feel the same about me. Except he never let me forget that we were just friends, his words driving a knife into my chest every single time he spoke them.

But then when I thought about Dakot I just wanted to smile for days. He was honestly one of the sweetest people I had ever met once you got past that initial layer of mistrust. But I had a feeling it was only there because he wasn't fully comfortable with his sexuality and the idea of other people finding out. Thinking on it now, with how hostile he had grown towards me in the last couple years I wondered if it might have just been because he wasn't comfortable with how he felt about me in particular.

Although, I could understand everything about the way he acted, it didn't make me anymore okay with it. Because it was obvious that the whole gay thing made him edgy and nervous, I hadn't been able to overlook the fact that every time we had done something together, he always had a little bit of alcohol in his system.

Interrupting my thoughts, was my phone chiming again, alerting me that I had another text. Reluctantly checking it, I saw it was from Anthony again and I nearly threw my damn phone across the room. Taking a deep breath, I huffed angrily. I was about to get up and go for a run when an idea suddenly smacked me in the face, causing my eyes to nearly bug out of my head.

Before I had a chance to overthink and stop myself, I lunged for my phone and quickly scrolled through my contacts. I found the right one and let my thumb hit the send button and put my phone to my ear. This was kind of a long shot, but if it didn't work, there were plenty of other people I could call. They wouldn't be my first choice, but I could get over that.