My dorm room wasn't too far from the entrance hall, students were coming and going I stood at the door until it cleared out a bit.
"Wit," turning to face planted into a chest, I keep forgetting that he's so damn tall, looking up to his brown eyes instantly my legs turned into jelly.
"Hey, uh here," holding my hand out to give him the watch.
"Let's have lunch and talk," he didn't let me answer. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bike, a flashback memory of riding with him.
The ride was short, but amazingly hitting bumps hurt a bit not as much as yesterday though.
"You okay?" he asked, seeing my little too obvious struggle, trying to fix my jeans and trying not to bend.
"Yea, I'm good." Smiling, then following behind him.
We order the same thing, chicken tenders, and cheeseburger fries, with strawberry milkshakes.
"Go sit," his stern voice made it almost sound like an order, but I didn't argue, sitting by the window until he sat next to me with the tray of food.
"Thank you again, this watch is irreplaceable," he said as he hooked the strap.
"I'll never steal," I said as I popped a fry in my mouth smiling.
"So, about..."he's trying to play it smooth, looking at him playing bashful.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," I cut him off. It was awkward enough, but I'm finally sure what I want from this lunch. I just hoped he feels the same.
"It's okay, but what I wanted to say was, I knew you were a virgin, I shouldn't have done that." His face seemed to change again, from confused to content and smooth.
"It's fine, I was drunker than I thought, I've always believed I was straight, but never looked at a woman in a sexual way, it's weird." Talking while eating was nice, and had a sort of first date feel.
"So, did you discover you're actually gay?" he arched his eyebrow, the one with the ring and tattoo, my belly did those flips again. How could he have such an impact on me?
"I'm not sure about that either, how would I know?" testing my limits would be a disaster, but nothing else need to be done one way or another.
"Well, you could go on a few dates and see," my stomach felt to my feet, I lowered my eating more food for a few quiet minutes.
"Maybe I only want you..." he didn't answer. I slowly followed from the food to his chin then eyes, he wasn't answering me, I blew it Jerry told me he didn't like one-night stand.
"Umm,"
"Wit, I have a girlfriend," well damn, the rest of the meal was awkward, we ate quietly.
He cheated on his girlfriend with me, at this minute I felt like a whore. I didn't bother catching a ride with him back. I walked back to class.
Jerry tried to talk to me, but I blocked him out. I skipped afternoon class and went to my room hiding from reality.
The next few days I stayed home like always, hanging out with Mo and Jerry, they tried to get me out to the bar, I hurried to say NO!
We drank the nights away, and before I knew it the weekend was over, and it was time to go back to school.
"Yo Wit, you pretty enough let's go," of course Mo teasing yet again. Smiling today I needed to get on with my life and I intend to do that.
Walking into the entrance hall spotting Jerry standing with Tee and Stacy, pretty girls' nice eyes and long legs and good size chest.
"Hey, Jerry,"
"Hey..."
"Wit, you look different," Stacy said, standing a bit too close to me, eyeing Mo knowing that he put them up to this.
"Not really, just..."
"Wit," my heart dropped at the booming voice behind me, turning to be face plant into his damn chest again, damn it Bash the giant.
Doesn't he know personal space?
I opened my mouth to speak, but he only took my hand, nearly dragging to me through the halls into the bathroom.
I could feel people's eyes on us as we rushed by.
"Bash..." cut off by his lips, shocked for a second before pushing him back, smacking him across the face not that it hurt him.
"I need it," rocking his side to side on my forehead.
Completely shocked and ever felt the need for him in my belly. "Wit, I need you again,"
"Ask your girlfriend," I reached for the door, his hand covered mine, for a second, I stood my back to him, we didn't talk or move, just stood there heavily breathing.
The air was so thin I felt like I would choke on it anytime.
"Please, don't do that again," I said, then left him standing there.
Sitting in class listening to another lesson project for the spring concert, Mo suggested Moon Pies, Jerry said Crazy Oats, it was going to be one crazy spring concert thanks to them.
Chapter Two
Most of the time I've spent with Mo and Jerry started to die down when Jerry finally 'announced his relationship with Tee' (I saw that coming) Mo seemed to have a new girl every day too.
As for me, I finally got that tattoo. I've been wanting a mini stormtrooper on my inner thigh, I love it and yes it hurts like hell but totally worth it.
Dave is the best! I've gone to him for all my work over the past ten years, still remembering his words.
"So, who hurt you now," he smiled, he knows more about me than Jerry and Mo when it comes to inner family, Dave is my uncle and I got my first piercing at twelve.
It was my way to vent my Bi-Polar and Depression.
Just my weird way to cope.
"No one!"
"You only get work done when your heart hurts so tell me, this tattoo will take a good hour to let it out," he nods, listening hard to my words, and to tell my uncle that I believed I was gay was a big step for me. I let out a sigh when he didn't look me in the eyes and say I hate you.
"Dude, that's some deep shit." he looked me in the eyes after I finished speaking, he knew about my promise and it hit us both hard to think about it.
This hippie man was so amazing. Knowing I won't have to hide from him.
"Yea, well at least everyone can get off my back about being a virgin though," I tempered, he smiled nodding
"Yea, but dude it hurts hearing about it, do you talk to him?"
"He tries to talk to me, but I've pushed him away,"
"Maybe he had a legit reason to cheat, or maybe he's not with her and it's a rumor, you know people make stuff up all day, every day." Sadly, he had a point. I didn't really hear Bash out completely and I'm not really sure his girlfriend is the real deal or just for show.
I read that a lot of closet gays hide behind a false relationship.
"Okay all done, and my next client should be here soon," he huffed, wiping and wrapping my leg.
"Okay, thanks" I turned to leave only to run into the giant I've been avoiding.
I turned back to Dave, who now had a cheesy grin, with an arched eyebrow.
Fuck!
I began walking to the door, stopping at Bash's voice, that stern tome made my pants go HI!
"Stay!" Bash said as he sat in the chair, part of me wanted to run out the door, but another part of me wanted to see him again.
I'm currently confused and dizzy at the turn of events in the past few weeks.