"6 Degrees of Separation" features an ensemble cast of characters...all of them have traveled to Atlanta (with their various baggage in tow), hoping to enjoy the infamous Atlanta Greek Picnic, hoping to 'get down'.
What happens when new bonds are m...
"Andre, can you stop tripping for a second and tell me why you're mad!?" Zach pleaded as I paced around the hotel room, grabbing anything that was his. His jockstrap, his toothbrush, his cologne and brush...If it were Zach's, it had to go!
"Zach, what is there to explain? Are you going to admit that instead of grabbing drinks with your friends Tuesday, you were getting fucked by that Kappa that you've been messaging behind my back?" I said, making Zach stop dead in his tracks. He stood still, he was obviously surprised at the bombshell that I'd dropped.
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Zach Morris
"Dre..." he began.
"What, Zach? I saw that shit in your phone, it's clear as day that you were lying. I read the conversation for myself." I said. Zach stood there in silence, I could tell that he wasn't expecting me to find out what he'd done. Luckily, everything was fresh in my mind, so I could remind him.
- Last Night -
Zach and I are line brothers, but for some reason I made the wrong decision to ask him to be my boyfriend a few months ago. There were red flags with him from the beginning (having a terrible attitude, being selfish and being a terrible listener) but he was also a sweetheart at times and he sex was good. I was quickly realizing that good sex wasn't the foundation of a good relationship. Trust was a large component and I already couldn't trust Zach to listen to me, now I had to worry about if he was cheating on me or not?
Absolutely not. I couldn't do this shit. Secretly, I'd been feeling swallowed in the 'Zach' show, in public and in private. With him being the President of our Chapter on campus, he made a lot of decisions that served his own interests, disregarding how his decisions affected the frat. Within the confines of our private relationship, I was always having to build up his ego, in spite of feeling overwhelmed with the events going on in my own life. He rarely took an interest in the matters that I dealt with and it frustrated me to no end.
Still, I hadn't broken things off with him. I kept telling myself "These are just growing pains - all relationships take work." After last night, I'd realized that all the 'work' was bring done on my end.
We'd gone out to Bulldogs (it was my first time in a Gay club) last night with a few friends that were also in town for the Atlanta Greek Picnic. In normal 'Zach fashion', he got wasted and I struggled to help him get back to our hotel in one piece, but I did it. After practically helping him walk straight and get onto the elevator in our hotel (The DoubleTree), I dragged him to our room on the third floor and he immediately passed out.
I tried to not catch an attitude as I took off my clothes and got ready for bed. As I was trying to calm down, his phone kept going off – he was getting all kinds of texts and it was after 3 AM.
" Who the hell could be texting him this late?" I thought to myself. I left the sink area and I walked over to the nightstand that was beside him. I grabbed his phone, unlocked it and I swiped the screen down, seeing that he had a few texts from the friends that we'd been out with. They were just trying to make sure he got back safely, which made sense.
