Avery's (terrible) Guide To Have Fun

01 : cat fight

The clothes are still on my back, and he is only shirtless. We did not do much more than make out and I need to run home before he woke up. For very fucked up reasons, I have school tomorrow and how much I know Kamil, he is going to find me from the hell hole and interrogate me about the night. Kamil Qureshi is not the type of guy to drink till alcohol fills his veins, and spend the night with the guy he dislikes. I did not expect him to surprise me like so.

Avery Ramos might not regret his action but he knows that he fucks up from time to time.

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NO, BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK GAVE PERMISSION TO KAMIL TO BURN HOLES IN MY SOUL. And in history lecture, it is quite iconic for him to judge me. It is clear he does not use the whole dialectics method over my character, but he is not the only one to think from one perspective. He sits behind me and clicks his pen continuously. His long nails scratch the desk in a very annoying manner, and if it was not for Elliot holding my hand, I would have punched his face in.

I squeeze Elliot's hand in anger, she rolls her eyes in frustration. Wow. Elliot might be my friend but she sides with every single person except me. Name one time that she agreed that I was right. Let it be seventh-grade bullying or the reason I do not have many friends like her. It is always my fault. Elliot might be the most judgemental person in the entire room, a hypocrite but at the end of the day, my best friend. She tells me it is stupid to fight him, that it will only cause a scene. (Sometimes, Elliot is right.) She leans back in her chair and politely asks Kamil to stop clicking his pen. For god's sake, he stops muttering a small sorry.

His voice brings back memories and it becomes harder to ignore him. Shut the hell up and kiss me. (He said.) Kamil Qureshi was very fucked up last night. I remembered tasting bitter alcohol and it surprises me that he drank so much. Kamil is a good boy who completes his notes on time, he is always prepared for a quiz, writes extra questions during exams, a teacher's pet twenty-four by seven and for extra points, he plays lacrosse with me. And he is good. We have disliked each from the freshman year when we were asked to be lab partners and I burned his hand accidentally after he poured water all over me. Even in lacrosse, we do not play as a team, and last time we lost because of his ego.

Then how the fuck did we end up making out last night?

"Avery." He whispers with the same distaste as if saying my name is calling himself an insult and crushing his dignity. But his grey eyes look desperate, great. I already know what this is going to be.

Tell someone about last night and I will skin you alive.

Or.

Don't tell anyone what happened last night, but do you want to do it again?

I cannot tell which one is worse.

But to my surprise, he rather says, "What happened last night?"

I smirk, it is a perfect opportunity to get on his nerves. It is not easy to irritate him when his entire pack is with him, because his entire group bare their canines ready to bite anyone. But alone, he is harmless. I drop Elliot's hand and wink at her. Ms Blatt is busy writing on the blackboard as I turn to face him, "You don't remember." It is more of a statement than a question but his face turns red nonetheless.

"Most of it." His eyes dart everywhere except my face. Come on Kamil, I am not that ugly. I notice that he is wearing a turtle neck when he rubs the back of his neck. "Did we—"

"No, we did not sleep together. You can chill."

The colours on his face drain, "How are you be so calm about this?"

"Because it is not a big deal. I will not tell this to anyone, don't get so worked up. It is not like you have a partner or anything."

With a flicker of annoyance on his face, I have done it again. "Oh, of course, it is not a big deal to you. You do it every other week."

"Excuse me?"

He knows he got a reaction he wanted. Kamil smirks, "You heard what I said."

"If you have a problem, then go put it up with your friends. I fuck one each month." I add a little wink in the end for the dramatic effect.

Qureshi rests his elbows, "Keep your fuck—"

"Boy."

"Keep your fuck boy tendencies away from my friends. There are plenty of people for you to mess with."

"But what if I only like yours? Not all of them get down on their knees and beg as yours do." It is all a lie, but the way Kamil reacts I am positive he thinks I am saying the truth. I would rather be nice to my mom than even go close to his friends.

"You are such a wh—" He cuts himself short but the damage is done.

"Whore?" I scoff, "Says the guy who wears a turtleneck to hide all the hickeys I gave him." And that's the moment when I realise that I have said this too loud and every single person is staring at us. Elliot is stuffing a laugh beside me. Of course, she is amused by the entire scene.

I slowly turn to the front of the class where Ms Blatt calls out our name, "Kamil Qureshi and Avery Ramos. Meet me after the lecture."

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