Jerome's POV
Females are cute, graceful and beautiful ceatures. I was raised to believed this through out the years but as time would have it, I also started finding some of the guys cute, graceful and rivaling the beauty of some girls.
I didn't make it known publicly nor did I rejected the idea of being into guys if someone was to outright ask me. I saw no need to deny it and my teammates quickly found out. While some spurned me, some didn't and to my surprise, some even sent me subtle hints. Testing waters maybe.
Of course the news spread like wildfire as I expected. It was one of the many talents of the bored students at our little private school.
At the time, I was putting some distance between some of the member's that I knew weren't tolerating me. Even though I had become Captain, me being also into guys put a strain on the team. After games, I wouldn't go to the after party deciding that it was the best choice.
Like all parties, if not most, I found myself in the middle of a truth or dare game. With some enpty beers and half a bottle of a vodka mix in my hand, I was far beyond sober. A couple of guys present, were sending me winks and bringing me drinks, treating me different; like a guy trying to score. I mean, I wasn't all that opposed to anything right then and there, but it felt weird being treated like a chick.
Then came the questions, "So! Jeerroome~~" Shelby sing-sung as everyone made a 'uuuhhh' sound in unison. "Truth... or Dare?" she asked. Her eyes looked way too evil for me to risk choosing a Dare.
"Truth," I answered instantly and the crowd crowed in disappointment. "Listen to y'all bunch of weirdos. You're all so eager to see me do something gay or what?"
"Oh hell yeah," Shelby burst out and everyone joined in the laughter. "Shhhh!" Shelby continued as she tried to quiet down everyone.
She was looking sly, and she held the beer in her hand like a crucifix. I hoped that I had chosen the right choice, because the way she was looking at me, made a 'dare' seem safer than the choosing Truth. "Fine. Since you pussied out me... you have to tell me the Truth… in front everyone in this very room..." she paused for dramatic effect, "out of anyone in our school, who would you choose for your gay debut?"
"Gay debut? You do know I'm Bi, right? There's a difference," I explained slurredly with a chuckle.
"Whatever. You know what I mean. Which guy would you do if you had the chance to?" she asked again rephrasing the question.
I didn't really think about it, but the face of the guy that barely came to class floated into my mind. With his soft looking lips, doped up smile, dark eyes that were blue sometimes and grey the next, he was what people would call 'alluring'. I'm pretty sure he was just your regular stoner guy, butI liked his face; sue me.
"Hmf. That's a tough one," I said already knowing my answer. "I mean you're mighty cute too Shelby."
"Oh haha, I'm not a guy. Come on. Spit it out," she commanded haughtily.
"Maybe, Blake Arons?" I answered and watched as her and other people's mouth drop.
"EEEHHH??!!"
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Talk about nostalgic. I even recall the first time I spoke to him after that got out.
Stepping out of the bathroom stall from the boys bathroom at school, I walked right into Blake, whom was nursing a black eye. He turned to look at me, and I ogled at him before giving him an awkward nod. I wondered if maybe he was also getting affected by what I had said.
He beat me to the punch. "I heard you like me," Blake stated looking at me through the mirror above the sink. "What? You clamming up?" He rolled up the sleeves of flannel shirt up to his elbow to wash his face.
"I mean, 'like' is still such a strong word for a person you don't really know," I answered trying to evade the question. Not sure why. I would have gotten with him in a heart beat, if he had shown any interest right then. "I would wanna take you out on a date though."
Blake scoffed and sent me a dopey grin. "A date? Well aren't you a gentleman. What would two guys do on a date?" the thought sounded genuinely coming from him.
He shook his head with smirk, "either way, try not to go around professing your love for me too much, will ya? My girlfriend might get jealous or worst," he said patting my chest with a hand. Looking down at the hand, that somewhat stroked my chest, he whispered, "she is a bit closed minded and wouldn't be a good pain in the ass."
I gulped and his grin widen before he just calmly walked back out of the bathroom. Running a hand through my hair, I steadied my racing pulse. Ha! Indeed. Blake was even sexier in person.
My head tried to wrap itself around what he had said. No matter how you put it, he had given me a warning.
Even after our talk, I found myself speaking to him more occasionally since we did share some classes together. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, but I did feel a tad closer to him. He was basically treating me as a friend…but there were times that I thought he was looking at me in 'that' way too.
I didnt push the matter nor did tried to make a move on him. I at least respect the fact that he had a girlfriend. Even when said girlfriend, Susan, would send me quiet death stares.
Just being associated with Susan was a lot of trouble on its own. Susan Piorelle was the chairman's daughter, and on the downlow, she also sold random drugs; oxytocin and the like.
The girlfriend of one of the wealthiest hiers in our school was a mini drug dealer for bored rich kids. It was then that I knew that Blake Arons was probably using too. It wasn't just weed.
In any case, everyone knew that they were engaged by arrangement. That's what elites did. They married their own.
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Our parents were almost never home, so Shelby had the bad habit of doing house parties on the weekends. It was during one of these parties that shit hit the fan.
Everyone was already hammered. I was forced a couple shots but didn't really take a third since I hadn't eaten yet. Drinking on an empty stomach didn't do any good to my system.
"You decide to join the masses huh? I thought you hated else parties like these," a drunk Blake said. His hair bounced as he sauntered over to me with a bottled Lerska in hand. "Here. Take a shot with me." The white undershirt that hugged his body under the flannel shirt was askew and I could see a nipple peaking out from the side.
"I'm not sure that I should. Your guard is down and I might just eat you up," I smirked at him, already feeling the effects of the shots I was given earlier.
He snickered and leaned in real close to me. "Oh so you do have game," he teased but something was off. If I hadn't taken those shots, I'd have noticed right away that something was wrong with him. Usually he was cool and controlled. That night he was weirdly frivolous and flirty. "Ah, to eat or be eaten, is it?"
Indeed. I was wasnt picky, I'd have let him eat me if he so wished. I was fine with either positions. Leaning in even closer to him I answered, "I'd say straight boys shouldn't drink too much around presumably Bi men."
"Bi and gay. It's all the same to me because you still sleep with men," I hear someone say.
Looking up, Susan's eerily beautiful face smiled spitefully at me. She had a drink in her hand as she came up to me. Her two fingers imitated walking feet upon my chest. Her eyes were a shimmering shade of brown, but they struck me as vacant holes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say your trying to flirt with some thing that's mine."
"Huh?"
"Keep in mind he's owned and straight," she spat rudely at me. I remember thinking, a tad homophobic there, are we? "Blake, come here babe. I've got a little something for you."
Her comment had struck a nerve and suddenly, I wasn't that tipsy border line anymore. A bitter taste settled in my mouth when I watched as Blake wobbled over to her.
She was whispering something to him, before popping what looked like a gummy bear in his mouth. Before I knew it, Brad, Blake's brother, ook Susan away somewhere leaving Blake behind drunk off his butt. He staggered over to the counter and he poured himself a half glass of just Vodka. Sorry, I wasn't gonna watch him get even more messed up.
"I'll have this," I saw taking away his glass. "I think you've had enough." His face was flushed and blotched by inebriation, yet he looked boyishly charming.
"If you're gonna take it away, might as well drink it," he stated staring at me with a smirk on his lips.
As if.
The alcohol was quickly thrown away into the sink. Looking at his face, I notice something. He didn't look so good. Actually, he seemed very disoriented. He caught my look and his brows furrowed.
I peaked over his shoulders to see if Susan was around. Sure she might have said some rude things, but wasn't she concerned that her 'babe' was about to pass out on the floor? She was nowhere to be scene, until I spotted her in a corner making out with none other than that hoity-toity brother of his, Brad.
Suddenly Blake walked up to me and hooked his hands behind my neck. His entire weight sagged against me. I stood frozen, and I could feel his heart rate slamming quickly against his chest behind the thin material of his undershirt.
"Is it me, or is in here like... really hot," he whispered in my ear. "Why is it so fucking hot?" Letting go of me, he flung his flannel shirt to a side and was starting to take off his undershirt. The muscles on his arms and stomach tensed and he visibly shivered before me.
"Okay. I think it's time to give you the cold water treatment," I pointed out and literally dragged him to the guest bathroom. It wouldn't be Blake if he wasn't struggling against me. Damn this kind heart of mine but I just couldn't leave him alone.
After checking his pockets for his phone and wallet, I shoved him into the shower-much to his protests-with his entire outfit on. He yelped as the cold water hit him. Quickly, I took the towel off the rack as he stepped out of the shower; Blake looking like a wet puppy.
"Feeling better now?" I asked trying not to stare too much at his chest.
"You know, you're a decent guy. You shouldn't be interested in something like me. I'm on 8 different drugs nearly half the time…" Blake said with his teeth chattering due to the A/C from the adjoining bedroom.
"Hey, don't try to dictate whom I'm suppose like," I retorted cutting him off.
Looking straight into my eyes he says, "Oh so you do admit that you like me." With that he licked his fucking lips as if baiting me. Damn! He is drunk Jerome. Don't do it! "Should I maybe…" that's when Blake's hand groped my crotch.
Doing that was like he had cut the thread that was holding my control in tact. My lips came crashing down on his one and imagine my surprise when I was suddenly lifted off the ground by my ass and walked into the adjoining bedroom.
His body had been one lanky thing, but little did I know that he was that strong. He groaned huskily as I grounded my hips unto the front of his wet pants. We both landed on the bed and he begun kissing my neck.
Then he was out in flash.
Like, the asshole just… fell asleep. Talk about major blue balls. I layed there with him snoring on top of me feeling so lame. This was what I deserve for trying to take advantage of the drunk and helpless.
Well whatever. Not like I wanted to go back and join the party downstairs. To my dismay, I also ended up falling asleep, mostly due to embarrassment and tiredness.
What woke me up was a shrilling scream and a body jolting up beside me. Opening my eyes, I saw a deathly pale Susan literally trembling with anger. If looks could kill, I'd already be dead judging by the way her eyes raked over our semi-naked state.
"Oh hi," was the only response I could muster. I would soon learn that I should've just kept my mouth shut.
"You couldn't have him so what... you raped and drugged him?" she asked deliriously.
Whoa! "Fuck no!" I shouted back appalled that she would even think that and even more scared that other people would too.
Blake was up and was as pale as the sheets we were tangled it. "Susan you need to calm down. It just looks bad," his said quickly. "I was so damn spiffed that I don't even remember what happened."
"Why are you so mad for Susan? I saw you having fun too… in a corner somewhere," I answered slanting my eyes at her. That's right, I was drunk but I did remember her making out with Brad. "Whether it happened or not shouldn't really concern you."
"You really don't know your place huh?" Susan stated gravely. "I'll have see to that myself."
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That was that. I was prepared me for the shit storm on Monday when everyone stared at me with weird looks on their faces. I just knew it had gotten out. Susan was more than likely the culprit and strangely I didn't care.
Blaming myself, I walked through the halls and endured as much humiliation as I deserved. Knowing fully well that Blake was drunk, I still fell for the bait.
Men are pretty fucking weak, huh?
Blake never once spoke to me but his eyes were like speaker phones. I could see he regretted it. Whether he felt bad about my persecution was unknown to me. People underestimate how bad high school can be when everyone basically gangs up on you thinking you drugged a guy.
I was voted off the team as Captain, and was basically being shunned. Everyone except Shelby, were tight lipped about it. Mainly because no one really knew what happened.
Shelby was the only one who I had told what had happened the night. It did give her quiet a laugh but he situatuon was much more serious than I thought. Being Susan the Chairman's daughter, I was starting to be targeted by some of the teacher's for stupid reason.
It was obvious that they were trying to run me out of the school. Soon after that I decided to move. It wasn't like I was an elite to begin to with and I didn't have anyone that would particular hurt to leave behind.
So it was all rather unclimactic after I left.
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As destiny would have it, I ran into a beautiful boy who wore a nostalgic expression that I've seen on myself before. It called out to me. I didnt expected much sinxe I approached him on a whim. When Jaden said he was in love with father, I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself in. I just had to hear this his story. It put my own to shame.
I listened as Jaden spoke of this person as if he was a little less than a God. His brown eyes twinkled with such happiness and sadness in it, that it dripped from every word that came out of his mouth. I felt for him and instantly worried for him after find out who it was he spoke off.
I wasn't kidding when I said Jaden interested me. I was attracted to broken souls. With his face along with his cloudy expressions, I wouldn't mind if his affections were directed at me. It's impossible though.
This kid had it bad and he would most likely need some type of brotherly support because loving Blake hurts.
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