Let Me Know| Monty x Winston (13 Reasons Why) *discontinued*

Part Thirty-Three

POV: Monty
Monday, June 9, 2021
9:20pm

I was flopped down beside Winston, shirtless and out of breath. I felt my stomach rise with every breath. Winston was sitting up hunched over also shirtless and staring straight into my eyes with a smirk on his face.

"What?" I said teasingly.

"Nothing," he said chuckling and throwing himself on top of me, breathing down my neck and giving me a hug. I embraced him, cuddling his soft, small body in mine. His heat was much needed and made me feel safe, everytime I was with him.

"What time is it?" he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

I took out my phone from my pocket, the bright screen blinding my eyes, "9:20" I whispered back, "why?" I questioned.

He blew air through his nose, "I don't want to be gone for too long," he mumbled, his cheek pressed up against my chest, "not like anyone would notice I was gone...they would notice you were though, we should get back downstairs."

I pressed my pointer finger up against his lips, "shhh," I hushed him, "We have all the time in the world, relax."

Quickly, his heart started to race, pounding through his rib cage and booming against my chest. He sat up staring at the door, "Do you hear that?" he mouthed, trying to be as silent as possible. He put a finger to his lips and then pointed at the door.

I hadn't heard anything, "no," I muttered confusingly, "What are-"

"Wait," he stood up slowly creeping to to the door, "Someone's coming."

I sat up urgently, "What?!"

"I think it's a girl, two of them, I can hear them talking," he snapped his fingers at me warning me to out my clothes on.

I picked up my stained shirt from all the cum on it, "I can't wear this, do you have a shirt I can wear?" I crawled over to his dresser, rummaging through his clothes.

"None that will fit you," he mumbled picking up his phone from the desk next to him. He looked up as if he just had a realization,"Actually I think I have an extra large baseball Jersey from when I was younger, you can wear that I guess but hurry up, it's in the second drawer."

I opened the second drawer and pulled out a white striped baseball jersey buried at the bottom of the drawer. I all at once put on the jersey, sliding my arms through the sleeves. It fit perfectly, it wasn't too big and it wasn't too small.

"Oh shit," Winston hissed tapping his foot steadily on the carpeted floor beneath him, "Its Rafaela and that girl, Molly, she wants to see us, what do I say?" He said in a panic.

I shrugged, standing up and handing him his shirt that he had left on the floor, "Tell her your changing."

His fingered danced quickly over the the lower half of his phone. After a moment he spoke, "Okay," He grabbed the shirt from my hand putting it on over his head, "I told her to distract Molly or at least get her out of here so we can leave with her seeing we were together and I told her I'm in here changing with you, this way she won't come in, you know."

I felt my entire body get warmer, "What?" I hissed at him, "Why would you tell her we're in here together, what the fuck?"

He glanced at me innocently, "What...its not like she suspects it or anything, to her were just friends, chill out. And even if she does it's not like she'll tell anyone so..."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, is she gone yet?"

"I don't know-"

All of the sudden, A deafening rumble came from right outside the room along with a few screams.

Winston scrunched up his nose and his eyebrows, "What the hell was that?!"

I rushed to the door and quickly opened it, running out into the dark hallway and Winston right behind me. The first thing I saw was that girl, Molly, running to the stairs as her her thick hair flowed behind her and bounced with every step.

As we approached the top of the stairs, I saw Rafaela, sitting uncomfortably in the middle of the steps and a bunch of people surrounding her.

Molly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Holy shit!" she shouted, running down awkwardly to aid her, "Are you okay?"

Rafaela made eye contact with me and then Winston. Winston nudged me, shoving his elbow into my rib cage, "That's not what I meant by a distraction."

I looked at him with wide eyes trying to hold back a laugh, "Shut up."