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Chapter 6: A Cock-and-Bull Story

"You've been acting really weird this past week, Culver," Gianna said, sharp eyes narrowing. She emphatically paused the video game we were all playing, throwing the controller down. The green contacts she had chosen today gave her eyes a cat-like quality, and I shrugged, acting casual. Or as casual as I could, because the moment she asked the question, I dropped the bag of chips I was eating from, making Milo shoot me a seething glance. Gianna's eyes immediately caught Milo's movements, pointing a glitzy manicured finger towards him. "You're also suspicious."

"Really? I thought they've been pretty normal," Geoff said from where he was sprawled across an arm chair. Geoff shook out his fluffy black hair from his eyes, giving his sister a confused look. "I mean, it was weird that Culver didn't want to hang out the other day since he's always down to hang, but he did have a cold, so."

"It's not that," Gianna said, tapping her sharp nails on her knee as she crossed her legs. She tilted her head as she stared at me, faux-green eyes looking at me through bleached grey bangs, her other hand fiddling with the rest of her long hair which was still its natural black. Her immaculately painted red lips were pursed thoughtfully. "It's like you're hiding something. That's what's weird, because you're not usually so secretive and suspicious. You literally have no filter and spew all kinds of stupid shit, like Geoff, but you've been weirdly quiet. Kind of like Mr Grinch over there."

"Gia, nothing weird is going on," I scoffed, avoiding her gaze to grab the chips I had dropped onto the floor, nervously chewing them. 

"Give it a rest, Gia," Milo piped up, and I gave him a grateful look, never good at being questioned because all I wanted to do was spill the proverbial beans. Usually without anyone even asking.

"You two are finally fucking, aren't you?" Gia suddenly said, snapping her fingers. "That's it, isn't it."

"What?!" I exclaimed, giving Gia a bug-eyed - or bird-eyed? - look. "Why the hell would you think that?!"

Milo and I weren't like that. I mean, Milo definitely didn't like me like that. He gags every time I call him baby, even if it's a joke. And he's seen my junk enough times over the past week and barely bats an eyelash. I flirt with him - and with everyone, to be honest - all the time, and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes. Or vomits. Either or, depending on the time of day.

He also makes fun of the size of my dick (which is very much average), for Christ's sake.

If you wanted to bang a guy, you wouldn't make fun of his dick.

Obviously.

Right?

He even told me when we were in year 9 that he didn't like boys, so that's the end of that.

"Are you kidding me? Milo's basically moved in, you keep giving each other weird looks and you keep scratching your back. It's because he bruised your ass, isn't it? I mean, it hasn't been used ever since you got with Lark, and to be honest your front one probably hasn't seen much action since then either. That's why you look so uncomfortable sitting down, right? I don't know why you guys are trying to hide it because we're the last people on Earth who would care that you're fuckin-"

"Wait, you're sleeping together?" Geoff blurted out, mouth hanging open, revealing a handful of pulverised chip pieces. 

"We're not sleeping together, what the hell?!" I said, shaking my head adamantly. "And what makes you think that I'd be the one bottoming in this situation?!" Not to hate on bottoming, because with the right dick it was immaculate, but did they have to assume?

"Oh, please. We've all heard enough about your relationships to know that every time you've been with a guy you've bottomed," Gianna huffed, rolling her eyes.