Never, Everett

CHPATER 2

RETT

Waking up with a grade A hangover sucks. I pause, aware of the puffs of breath hitting my chest. I look down, a mop of blonde hair bringing flashes of last night into my mind. Shit- what did I do? Heat reaches every part as the bit of panic starts at the base of my spine. Everett King fucked a guy? No way. I was drunk- I barely knew what I was doing. Yeah, that's all. I slowly pull away as not to wake him, reason being half i'm being considerate and half not wanting an awkward conversation. I grab my forehead, biting back a groan at the pain it causes to sit up. I blink several times, looking around the room. It was bigger than my dorm room, looking a lot like a hotel room. I stand, very aware of how naked I was- half hard from sleeping so close to him. Reed. I knew practically nothing about him, yet I came in his ass. It was a memorable night- one I wouldn't stop thinking about till the day I die. Before I get too hard, I push the thoughts away, focusing on sneaking out. I pull on my clothes, finding my phone. I had about a million messages from Alice, Lydia, and Travis. I pull on my shoes, my eyes finding the naked boy in the bed. His bare back was as pretty as the rest of him, lean and sexy. I walk over, carefully pulling the sheets farther up to his shoulders,bite marks littered all over them. He doesn't stir, sleeping on. I slip out of the door, locking it from the inside for his sake. I close the door, pausing in the hallway. I fucked a guy. I can't believe it- I really fucked a guy. Not just any guy, it's the guy. The guy I couldn't stop seeing everytime I close my eyes. There was about zero chance of getting him out of my head now. I call Alice and listen to the dial tone as I walk down the hall, squinting at the harsh lighting. Or at least it feels harsh.

"Hey, I couldn't find you! Do you want me to come get you?" Alice asks immediately when she answers.

"Yeah- please." I mumble, stepping over solo cups as I sneak out the front door. I keep walking, in shock over what happened. I'm not homophobic and I don't think being gay is a sin or anything like that. But me? Everett King being gay? It would be funny if I hadn't just fucked a guy. The sun is way too fucking bright as I step outside, making my way down the driveway. Most cars have cleared out and I continue down the street. I pause, turning to look at the house. I feel a little guilty for leaving him there, a little guilty for fucking him senseless and coming inside him. I needed to get tested now, right? I wasn't even sure if that was a thing- getting a STI or whatever from anal. At least pregnancy was out of the question. Alice pulls up five minutes later, stopping right in front of me. I walk around to the passenger seat, opening the door and practically falling into it.

"You look like shit." Alice snorts, starting to turn the car around. I use my sleeve to block the sun from my eyes, resting my head on the window.

"Rough night?"She asks. Rough as in rough sex with the sexiest guy i've ever seen? Then yes, rough night.

"Um hm." I mumble, massaging my temples.

"You're shirt's inside out- is that why you weren't answer your phone?" She asks. I peek down, sure enough my shirt was on inside out. At least my shoes were on the right foot.

"I guess." I shrug, putting the arm back over my eyes. I was too busy popping my gay cherry to answer the call, sorry.

"Is it possible to get an std from anal?" I ask, rubbing my forehead.

"Seriously!" She gasps.

"You didn't wrap it? What the fuck, are you dumb!" She rants. I sigh, thinking back to why it was I didn't use the comdom.

"I tried, they were too tight." I grumble, wincing.

"Pretty sure you can- there isn't any way it got in the other one, right? Pregnancy is out of the question." She asks hesitantly.

"No- deffinenetly not." I say, choosing not to tell her exactly why that is. I can't believe I fucked Reed.

I guess I thought fucking him would get him out of my head, but four days later, I'm even more preoccupied with him in mind.

"Ever." I look up, Isla and Ryder standing next to my table. They put their food trays down, taking the seat opposite.

"Hi." I manage to say, my eyes looking around the room, realizing too late that I was searching for a mop of blonde hair.

"Are you okay?" Isla asks, bringing me back to the table.

"Oh, yeah, fine." I nod, taking a bite of my hamburger so I had the excuse to not look at her.

"Are you sure? A few people have said otherwise." She counters. I frown, look up at her.

"Who?" I ask, wondering for half a second if either of them knew Reed and he told them what happened.

"Travis, Alice- they say you're acting weird and I think I see it too." She continues, studying my face.

"I'm not acting weird." I scoff, slightly embarrassed and angry. Why did this Reed fucker have to get in my head and fuck everything up?

"Yeah, you are- just tell us what's going on." Ryder rolls his eyes, shoving fries into his mouth.

"Fuck you guys, I'm not acting weird." I stand abruptly, grabbing my tray. I throw it out as I pass the trash can, walking fast out of the place. Okay, maybe I am acting weird. But it wasn't like I could tell them why. They would think i'm gay or something and i'm not. I'm not gay, right?