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

Part Thirty-Eight

POV: Monty
Tuesday, June 10, 2021
12:01am

The weight of Winston's head on my bicep made my entire arm feel numb, I didn't show any sign of discomfort so he would stay and not move away from me. He was staring down at our feet and had his hand rested on my chest.

"Do you never think about it?" I questioned him, running my fingers up and down his ribcage.

"About what?" He smiled looking up at me.

I cleared my throat, "That night at the party with Bryce and Alex and stuff like 2 years ago."

"Oh the night that you beat the shit out of me and left me bleeding on the stairs confront of everyone?" He patted my chest.

I closed my eyes and sighed, "That's not really what I was trying to get at but sure-"

"Everyday." He muttered under his breath, grinning at me.

"Because I do all the time," I said, "About how I would have done things differently and have done what I did," I whispered apologetically, "beat the shit out of you, not the whole blowjob thing I really enjoyed that."

"No I would actually appreciate not being assaulted at a party infront of everyone," he laughed, "but if you think about it, if you hadn't beat me up that night then I dont think we would have met again at the homecoming game," His hand moved up to the back of my neck.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I sat up trying to collect my thoughts, "So, I think-"

The door behind me flew open and behind it was Elio, staring straight at me and Winston. Winston slouched back and threw the sheets over his face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yelled at him.

His face looked like I had just grown a horn. He muttered something before quickly closing the door behind him.

I shot my eyes at Winston, "fuck, that little shit's gonna tell everyone he saw me here!"

Winston sat up shushing me, "No, no, no," he reassured me, "He's not gonna say anything,"

"How the fuck do you know that?" I got up from the bed

Winston shook his head and gulped, "Because...I'll talk to him tomorrow and make sure he doesn't say anything."

"You don't know that," I cried.

"Your right I don't, but that's nothing for us to worry about because it's the middle of the night and and it's not like he can go out and tell anyone right now."

I flopped down on the bed and put my hand over my face.

He crawled over on top of me seductively and planted a kiss on my neck, "for now, just relax and calm down, let me pleasure you," he whispered in a British accent.

I squirmed away from his head, "Winston, I'm serious."

Winston sat down beside me, "Hey, so am I. It won't get out, I promise," He rubbed the side of my arm with a serious expression.

"I'm just...not ready to go public about us, at least now," I mumbled under my breath.

Winston scoffed, "Yeah, what are we anyways," he said leaning down on his side and running his hand through his hair.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"No!" Someone yelled from downstairs.

Winston frowned at me and furrowed his eyebrows, "the fuck was that?"

Winston got up from the bed and creeped to the door, opening it slightly. He stood there for a minute.

"Well..." I questioned longingly.

He stood there for a while longer just staring out into the hallway. His back was straightened and his left leg was crossed over the right one behind him. His hand was propped up on the wall as his finger tapped slowly on the door frame, his other hand holding the door open. He suddenly closed it and turned around.

"It was Elio but that shout didnt sound like him," he wandered around the room, "you think I he was with-"

"CJ," I finished his sentence, "he told CJ, I fucking knew it," my heart started to beat out of my chest.

"I doubt that," Winston sat at the end of the bed, "I haven't talked to Elio but I know he's a quiet kid, he wouldn't do that," he said reassuringly.

"This could like, ruin my entire reputation, " I whined, "people are never gonna look at me the same if they found out I was a fag,"

Winston sighed and put his hand on my leg, "Monty, it's 2021, people could care less if your gay, straight, lez, bi," he groaned, "who gives a fuck?"

"Me, Winston, I give a fuck," I said contradictingly.

Winston gave me a sincere grin, "yeah,"

I raised my eyebrows, "Yeah?" I mimicked, "the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

He rolled his eyes, "Forget it, Monty," Winston stood up and walked over the lamp his room and switched it off before grabbing the LED light controller and turning that off too, "just go to bed."

He crawled over me and layed down, his back facing me.

I rested my head on the my pillow, contemplating that entire conversation, thinking over and over about everything I said.

Did I do something wrong?