Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

Hindsight: A Story of Bad Timing

Hello all, I would just like to say before this chapter that this could potentially be very confronting for some. so please proceed with caution. If there's ever a part that you need to skip, let me know and I will briefly explain what happens in the comments. Thank you!
There may still be some errors with this chapter but I wanted to get it out for y'all.

My grin doesn't fall off my face. I won't let it, no matter what happens, I don't want to forget this feeling. Erik was safely at home, Sam was appeased with him, lunch was good, dessert better, and the kiss afterwards worth everything up until this point. I open my front door and walk into the kitchen, my cheeks aching, but I don't care.

The grin slips off my face as soon as I see my whole family standing around the kitchen. I find my mom's sharp eyes on me immediately; Causiously glancing at Sassie I don't know what to make of the embarrassed and guilty look she's wearing. Even my dad's standing there, looking uninterested, but there anyway. That speaks volumes in itself.

"You broke up with Sam?" Did I? I glance at Sassie quickly, seeing her look down. And I thought Allison and I had a short relationship.

I go along with it. "Yes, I did."

"Why?"

Good question. Why would a straight guy break up with Sam, she's kind, beautiful, down to earth, leagues above my sister in the dating hierarchy. I look down, considering it; it probably looks like I'm sheepish about it and still upset.

"She loves someone else and I wasn't going to get in the way of that."

Mom's eyes soften and harden at the same time. "So she led you on? I knew there was something wrong with that girl the moment I saw her. Too preppy, I think."

Sassie's jaw clenches, her nails scratching at her palms. I scoff out a laugh, "She's a great person, Mom, calm down a little bit - we weren't that serious about each other anyway."

Mom turned her glare to me, "So you were fine being an accessory to her? Something she could just swap out?"

Now, if Hindsight was a person, well then Hindsight has shit timing and a horrible talent for creating poetic injustice. To clarify, I should have said yes, I should have agreed with her. Should have simply nodded and given my mother a backup reason that would appease her nagging and insufferable person. But I didn't. It had something to do with Erik. Something about how I was feeling on top of the world. Something that made me think I didn't want to lie anymore.

"It was pretend." I felt Sassie's eyes on me; not the good kind. "We dated each other to hide other relationships."

Fury is a funny thing to see on my mother. Especially mixed with confusion. Is she angry because I'm seeing someone else? That I hid it from her? That she didn't know? Or is she angry because she doesn't know what's going on? Maybe, somehow, she's angrier at herself then she is me.

My mom's small, but she can certainly back it up with the levels of anger she keeps under wraps. If there's one thing my mother hates, it's secrets. She was nosy, always had to know everything and wouldn't be satisfied until she did.

"You're seeing someone else." It isn't a question. Restating as though she hadn't heard me, the way that Mom's do when they need clarification; when your response to their 'not-question' is what keeps the world turning and it safely on its axis. I glance at everyone, my dad seems slightly interested, my sister scared. I hold Sassie's eye for longer than anyone else. I see her's water. Leave it to her to know what was to come.