Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

20

Oh God. Laine's here. Harry's there. Oh God.

I grab Laine's hand and swiftly spin him around so his back is to Harry. I don't think he'd notice him anyway, but you can never be too cautious. Maybe I'm simply saving his pretty face from Harry's wrath. Whatever my reasons, all I know is this is a slightly fucked up situation.

Laine, oblivious to it all, chuckles in amusement. "Well, well, well. Someone's eager."

"Shut up, Laine." I try to make my voice sound teasing as to not draw suspicion but even I can hear the shakiness in my tone. 

Lucky for me, Laine doesn't catch it. "Make me," he huskily replies.

Ugh! The one time he has to be horny is in front of my ex-boyfriend? Where was this energy when I wanted to have sex with him a few nights ago? He couldn't have picked a worse time.

"Okay. Hm... should I brag about the time I beat your ass in quarters or the fact that your brothers are teasing you because of me?" I say, skillfully avoiding his hints.

His arms snake around my waist and he pulls me flush against him. I have to crane my neck to see his face. His eyes have a dangerous glint in them that makes my throat go dry. His lips near my ears and he whispers, "I let you win at Quarters."

I freeze. For a second, everything else around me is forgotten. There isn't a soulmate watching me from a distance, there isn't a group of rowdy boys messing in the nearby vicinity, there isn't a loud ass car driving around. Just Laine and I.

"You... you did?"

He pulls his face back, looking smug. "I did. You missed the last shot. I switched our cups so you'd think you won."

I gape at him. All this time, I thought I won! What's worse is that I made a huge deal about it at the time.

"You jerk!" I laugh as I lightly smack his chest. I'm not really mad, just surprised. I really thought I beat him out. I was all cocky about it, too. Now I just feel like an asshole.

His smirk widens. "Hey, I'm not the president for nothing. It was just so cute when you thought you won, so I had to let you think you did. Besides, I liked your way of celebrating." He suggestively wiggles his brows, making me laugh again. I did kiss him that night... a lot.

Blame the alcohol.

Suddenly I'm reminded of the rest of that night. It just so happens to be the night I drunkenly dialed Harry. My stomach churns in the worst way possible. Harry's here now, about ten feet away and listening in to this whole conversation.

"Um, I should go. My roommate and I agreed to talk about our issues tonight," I lie, attempting to keep my tone as apologetic as possible.

Laine nods slowly, the lust slowly disappearing from his eyes. "I hope everything goes well. If not, you're always free to crash at mine." My heart swells from the invite. It makes me so happy that he's willing to give up his space for me.

But since I can't be serious with him, I continue joking on. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I tease, poking his chest. He smirks and I can't help but roll my eyes at him. "Okay okay, I need to go. Thanks for tonight."

"Of course, babe," he smiles before cupping my cheek and leaning forward. My eyes squeeze shut, only because I'm trying to hide a cringe. Maybe if I can't see Harry, he can't see me either? 

I kiss him long enough to not raise suspicions, but short to the point where it can't turn him on again. He doesn't seem to mind based on the lazy grin on his face. His hand trails and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.