Coming Out

Part Three

We cuddled in bed for a few minutes before Jorge sits up. "I need to go soon. Olivia's waiting for me."

I groan and pull him back into my chest. "Stay here," I rub my hand up and down his back softly. "Where does she think you are, anyways?"

"Hooking up with a guy," He smirks when he sits up again to look down at me. 

"What?" I sit up and look at him.

"At least she will when I come back and she sees these hickeys," Jorge laughs. "I told her I was getting a drink."

Jorge stands up and puts on his sweater first, followed by his boxers and jeans. I put my boxers and jeans on looking at him. He's fixing his hair in the mirror and rubbing his cheeks. "Stay with me tonight?" He looks at me through the mirror and smiles.

"I don't know," He walks to me and puts his arms around my neck. I rest my hands on his hips.

"Please?"

"Okay, but you need to take the back seats out this time. It's too uncomfortable sleeping two to a back seat." I laugh at the memory of him falling off my chest every few hours. 

"I don't know where to put them," If I can find a place to put the seats, then we could have the whole trunk space, plus the space where the back seats were. It would be bigger than a bed and once all the pillows and blankets were in there, it would be just as comfortable.

"Just leave them here. Tell Drew you're hooking up with a girl or something," Jorge rolls his eyes. I pull my sweater over my head.

"I will," I gab his hips and pull him into me. "Kiss me before you go."

He smiles and leans in kissing me slowly. I sigh when he pulls away. 

"I'll see you down there," He smirks a me and walks out the door. 

I walk out a few minutes later and there's even more people than when I met up with Jorge. When I walk down the stairs, I hear someone yell my name. 

"Benji!"

I look around and see Drew sitting on the couch next to Olivia, Jorge, and a few others. I sit in the chair next to the couch.

"Whats up? Where'd you go?" Drew asks. I look at Jorge who's looking at his fingernails. He's pulled his sweater up around his neck to cover the hickeys but it's slowly slipping.

"Oh, I wasn't feeling good. I went to the bathroom for a bit," I cough and wrap my arm around  my stomach trying to act like I'm sick. 

"You should go home if you're sick," Jorge looks up from his nails and smiles at me. 

"Nah, I feel much better now," I look at Drew. "Hey, I'm going to take the back seats out of my car, can I leave them here?"

"Why?" Drew laughs. I was hoping he was drunk enough to not ask questions.

I lean in and whisper, "I'm trying to see this girl later."

"You know you can bring her here. There's that spare room upstairs," Drew laughs. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Jorge failing to hold back a smile and putting his head down so nobody sees it.

"She doesn't want everyone to know," I hope he buys it. 

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine."

"Guys, this is boring," Olivia whines. "Let's play a game."

"What game?" Drew looks at her. 

"I don't know," Olivia looks around and smiles. "Truth."

Almost everyone sitting around us groan, including me. Truth is like Truth or Dare, but with no dares. 

"Yeah, let's play," Drew smiles at her. He's been obsessed with her for the past year but she doesn't seem to notice.

"I'll go first!" Jorge yells. He turns to me, "Benji."

"Mhm," I look at him trying to keep a straight face. 

"Have you ever cheated at a football game?" Jorge smirks at me.

"What? No! Why would I do that?" I ask annoyed that he would ever ask me that.

"I don't know," Jorge laughs. "Some people don't think you're that good."

I roll my eyes and turn away with a huff. I know what he's doing. He's trying to make me mad because I can't do anything about it now around all these people. I look at my phone pretending to get a text.

"Oh, Drew, I might not have to leave those seats here. She's being a bitch so I don't think I want her to stay with me tonight." I watch Jorge's face fall slightly before he turns to Olivia and whispers in her ear something that makes her laugh. 

"Okay. Whatever you choose. I'm leaving the garage door open so if you change your mind just put them in there."

"You guys can't even make a game fun, so we're going to go get drinks," Jorge stands up and walks away with Olivia behind him. 

Drew and I wait for them to come back, but when ten minutes goes by without seeing them, I know they aren't going to. I stand up and walk towards the kitchen. I need a drink, but if I see Jorge on the way it's a plus.

I notice him dancing with Olivia in a large crowd of drunk teenagers. He throws his head back, laughing, and sways slightly when he lifts his head back up. He's drunk. Not just drunk, but wasted. He yells something to Olivia that I can't hear over the music and walks away. 

I follow him to the bathroom but sigh when I can't go in after him because he locked the door.

"Jorge?" I knock lightly. When he doesn't answer I knock even harder. "Open the door."

Jorge opens the door and stumbles back. He grips onto the sink behind him so he doesn't fall. 

"You're trashed," I state the obvious after locking the door.

"Okay? And?" He slurs.

"And it will ruin tonight if you're so drunk you can't walk straight and you're throwing up in the back of my car," I say slightly annoyed. I will take care of him, always, but I wish he's take it easy sometimes. 

"I'm not staying with you tonight," He frowns. He isn't as good at hiding his emotions when he's drunk. Or maybe he just doesn't care as much.

"Why?"

"Because that girl you're hooking up with tonight is being a bitch, but I can guarantee that 'she' thinks you're being a bitch too." Jorge uses finger quotes on the word she. I sigh and move closer to him so that we're not touching but if I were any closer we would be. 

"Stop. You're staying with me tonight." 

"Nope," Jorge smirks at me. "Maybe I'll just stay with that guy who was dancing with me."

I laugh. "Nice try. I watched you the whole time. No guy was dancing with you." I grab his hips and pull him close to me. Our bodies are touching and I look into his eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? Please stay with me tonight?"

"Okay," Jorge sighs, giving in. "But you have to help me throw up first."