Facing Love

Chapter 5

Fuckkkk. I looked over at the clock and as I assumed, it was 2 am. A ball of heat hit my face when I looked down on the ground to find our outlet heater placed right in my direction. My dad must have done that to be a dick because it was still summer. Asshole. As that realization hit me, I came up with a way to get him back. A series of yawns came out of my mouth and I was too lazy to do anything then. Maybe I should do it later, my self conscious adds.

My dad's little joke last night made it harder for me to fall asleep again. I stayed up watching Netflix for an hour before finally doozing off. My alarm went off at 6:30 and all I wanted to do was throw my phone against the wall. My dad must have turned my alarm on, again being a dick. This time I didn't even try going back to sleep because I couldn't think of anything else my dad could've done to ruin my sleep. I headed down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, which I usually make for both of us, but if he had time to drown me in sweat and turn on my alarm in the middle of the night then he had time to make him own breakfast. I made sure to make his favorite meal to piss him off, which was oatmeal and four strips of bacon.

It wasn't a suprise that I heard him coming down the stairs as soon as the bacon was frying.

"Goooooood morning James. What's for breakfast?" He can't be serious.

"Well I'm having oatmeal and bacon. You can have whatever is in the trash." He started laughing as if it were a joke. "I'm serious, that little stunt you pulled wasn't funny."

"Aww c'mon, I thought you were cold and I got my days messed up." What a dick, he thought that pouting and playing dumb would make me forgive him. I had a tendency to forgive him easily. Maybe it was because of his homeless apparel or his cheesy smile. Before I knew it, I was frying his bacon and making his oatmeal.

Breakfast went pretty fast. It was an hour of talking shit. My dad spent most of the time trying to point out everything that could go wrong on the date. He also took a few minutes to remind me of protected sex which was always a very serious topic. I hated it so much, seeing him in uncomfortable situations. I reminded him that I wasn't planning on having sex and quickly changed the subject.

Because of my dad's annoying prank, by the time I finished my shower and dressed myself in clean pjs, it was only 9:47. I still had the whole day before Derek was coming to pick me up. My dad was leaving to work in an hour so I had the whole house to myself. I picked up my phone and scrolled down my contacts. I contemplated calling Derek to see if we could just hang out now. Instead I found myself scrolling back up to Andy, one of the guys I messed around with.

I don't know why this time was different. He picked up on the third ring, and I had really hoped he wouldn't. Something about it felt wrong, and I hated that feeling. "Jamaaaaaay- it's about time you called." Fuckkkk.

"Uhh, hey."

"Wasssgooood, it's been awhile. Where are you?" Before I could answer he cut me off, "I'm not busy right now, I'll be there in 15 minutes." With that, he hung up.

I immediately regretted the call to Andy. I guess it was an old habit. Whenever I was bored, I had those 4 idiots to entertain me. That feeling I got when Andy answered was new. It kind of pissed me off because Derek was slowly changing me. Having that thought in mind, I needed Andy to come over. I wasn't going to let this kid, who I have just started talking to, get in my head.

I made Andy wait across the block until my dad left. I walked him to his car and I spotted Andy on the other side of the street. As my dad's car was no longer in sight, Andy climbed out of his truck and made his way to my door. I hadn't realized that Andy and Derek looked very similar. Both had brown hair and blue eyes. The only noticeable difference was the height. Andy was sooo much taller, probably around six feet. Andy doesn't waste any time and no greetings were made. His mouth attacked mine forcing his tongue in. His hands reach down my back to my waist as he led us to the couch. The thing about Andy was the he didn't care where we had sex as long as he got it. His hands gripped my thighs and he lifted me up to his chest. Andy was definitely the best kisser of the four. His tongue was in sync with mine and his lips were the fullest. He broke the kiss to lay me down on the couch and I watched him lift his shirt over his shoulders. As he leaned back down to kiss me, I saw the condom slip out of his pocket and that feeling of regret returned. I couldn't do it. All feelings I had of having sex with Andy disappeared. Andy picked it up and leaned down to kiss me again, this time I stopped him. He looked pissed off and moved away from me, "What the fuck??"

"I'm not feeling it, get off." I didn't need to tell Andy details or anything that was going on, especially mention Derek's name.

"You called me, remember??" I could see the annoyance in his eyes. I guess me staring at him was an invitation for him to kiss me again. He forced his way back to my mouth this time trying to pull down my sweats. I pushed him away from me, this time standing up.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" I couldn't tell if I was more pissed off at the fact that he forced himself onto me, or that it was my  fault for calling him. "GET THE FUCK OUT.. NOW." I picked up his shit from the floor and threw it at him before running to the door, "GET OUT."

He didn't even bother putting his shirt back on. His face was red. I wasted his time, I couldn't blame him for being angry. But that doesn't give him the right to force me to have sex with him. He finally left my house but stopped right outside my door. "Denying me once doesn't make you any less of a whore."

Before I could stop myself, my hand immediately connected to his face. I didn't realize that I just smacked him until I felt my hand throb. I shut the door behind me and processed what had just happened. I could hear Andy curse outside my house before finally slamming his car door and drive away. A few minutes of just standing there, I took an advil pm, set my alarm for 4:30 and knocked out on the couch.