Christian Turners' Upward Fall (BXB)

Past Wounds

Being anywhere near Alaric was incredibly nerve wracking. I felt nervous and guilty to even talk to him. He told me that his confession wouldn't change our relationship but something had clearly changed. I had always thought Alaric was attractive but I had never been into guys before. For as long as I've known I've liked girls and only girls. But now I felt conflicted. Ever since his confession I've begun to notice the attractive features in males and it was fucking scaring me.

I noticed how attractive a sharp jawline was, and how fucking sexy a v-line was. I also found myself sorta maybe kinda wanting to kiss a guy. This of course was really fucking bad because I was dating Claire. I think she began to notice because I kissed her a little less. She never called me out on it though.

It was Wednesday and I woke up with a hard on. I was completely hard and it wasn't something new to me but the reason I was hard is what bothered me. I had a fucking wet dream about none other than Samuel fucking Windsor.

Like what the actual fuck.

I was blushing so hard at the revelation and sprinted into the shower to get rid of my uncomfortable boner.

I could not have wet dreams about Samuel. I absolutely cannot.

I thought about anything to turn myself off. I thought about death. I thought about my grandma. The second one did the trick and it slowly but surely went away.

Even after I exited the shower I was still blushing uncontrollably. I had a girlfriend. I can't be having wet dreams about the gay baker. Fuck no.

My mind had a million thoughts a second and I had trouble keeping up with any of them. I left my hair as it was not bothering to style it. I took my pill and skipped breakfast.

The whole drive to school I was freaking out. I kept whispering "fuck" over and over again to myself. I was officially having a mid-life crisis. Even Timothy noticed my frazzled state.

"What in gods name crawled up your ass" he asked as he shot me many worried glances.

Nothings up my ass and apparently I wish there was.

What the fuck. I did not just think that. My face began to blush uncontrollably once again and I found myself making my way to the library completely ignoring Timothy. He only scoffed as I rushed away from him.

The library was quiet and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I made my way down the isles trying to find a secluded place to sit down and just think some normal thoughts for like at least 2 fucking seconds.

Oh hell no. My eyes found their way to Samuels as he sat innocently on the floor resting his back against a bookshelf. We were far away from everyone else. It was just him and I. I stared at him like a creep. He must have felt the weight of my staring because he turned his head in my direction. We made eye contact and I couldn't stop myself from blushing after remembering the dream.

"Hey Christian" he said before giving me a small wave. God he was adorable. No. No he wasn't. He's a dude. He is not adorable at all, just some dude I know and that's all.

"Hey Sam" I responded. Did I just call him Sam?

He didn't seem to mind and patted the empty space next to him on the floor. My brain said no but my body was already making its way over to sit next to him.

"What're you reading" I asked as I peered over his shoulder at the book he held in his hand.

He smells really good.

A light blush made its way to my face and I backed up to create some distance between us.

"Night" he said. I furrowed my brow. "What?" I asked confused. He laughed softly as if he didn't want his laugh to disturb anyone else.