Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 10

Chapter 10

I lay on my bed, breathing heavily. A thin layer of sweat covered my euphoric body. I squinted at the early afternoon sun that shone through the window now that Emily who had been on top of me was no longer blocking the light. She lay next to me, equally satisfied with what we just did, the only problem was that for me it stopped at physicality of the situation.

Sure, it felt great. It felt amazing, like it always did, and this was my first time with Emily, or at least the first time we finished, so that always added a little extra excitement, but after my high subsided I was left feeling empty. I felt nothing; no emotions.

I couldn't get over this jaded feeling, like what we did was meaningless, despite the fact that I actually liked her, I just didn't feel 'it'. 'It' being that feeling in the bottom of your stomach that no one could ever quite explain.

I felt anxious now, worried that I was doing the wrong thing because it just didn't feel right.

I was beginning to feel suffocated and was looking for the eject button. "I think we should stop seeing each other," I said.

If it wasn't silent before then it certainly was now. The words came out of my mouth before I got a chance to think them through. "What?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow.

I was a horrible person. This was not the time to do this but I've already done it now. "Shit...Fuck, Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that now," I said. "You want to stop seeing each other?" she asked, her voice going higher as she furrowed her eyebrows together in both confusion and anger. "I swear, it's not you. It's m-," "Don't even think about finishing that sentence!" She barked.

She climbed over me and grabbed her clothes from the floor, pulling them on hastily.

I couldn't believe I just said that out loud. I should have waited for a better time. "You decide to say this now!?" she shouted. "I know, I'm sorry," I said as I sat up, "I didn't mean to." "You didn't mean to?" she scoffed, "You didn't mean to? That's bullshit." "I'm just going through something right now," I said, pulling out one of the most cliché excuses guys give when breaking up with something. We were hardly even dating though. She rolled her eyes at me, shaking her head.

As she headed to the door I quickly snatched my boxers from the floor and slipped them on in case anyone was in the halls, which I knew there would be.

They were usually packed this time of day because most classes were over. I honestly, truly felt bad for doing this at such a stupid time. "Don't give me that shit!" She practically screamed as she tore the door open. She spun around and faced me in the hall, "You just wanted a quick fuck and then you drop me straight after! You fucking prick!" "Okay, look, I'm sorry, alright?" I said and walked closer, trying to calm her down.

She looked at me disgustedly as I got to her. "Fuck you!" She shouted and then in a second I felt the sharp stinging of a slap across my cheek.

My head flung to the side.

A series of 'oohs' were heard throughout the halls from people who either were already there or came out to witness the scene unfolding, and boy was Emily good at making a scene. "Okay...I deserved that," I said calmly, taking a deep breath. "Damn straight you did. Never contact me again," she seethed.

No problem there.

She went to leave and for a second I thought I was in the clear to forget about her and sink back into my room, but then she turned back to me, glaring hatefully. "And by the way, you have a tiny dick!" She yelled.

My mouth dropped open as laughter filled the halls. Did she really just say that? She was a liar.

I was perfectly well-endowed down there. She was moaning about just how big I was only moments before. Still, I kept my mouth shut, knowing I had accidentally humiliated her enough this afternoon.