Hogan:
"What the fuck, Bre?" I grumble as I push her off of me.
It had already been ten minutes since I tried to get her, yet she still wouldn't budge. I'm not even sure if she's actually drunk since I'm pretty certain no person under the influence of alcohol would act super clingy and touchy when they see someone. And why the fuck would she suddenly kiss me after I told her we were done? Damn it. I should've known better. I shouldn't have gone to the excuse of getting her just so I could detain my conflicting feelings towards Serge. Honestly, I don't even know what I was planning to do this afternoon, yet I couldn't seem to take it off my mind.
I should also get him since he's probably wondering what's taking me so long, yet I couldn't because this motherfucker took my phone when he called and threw it in the pool.
"Come on now. Don't act like you don't want me. Because I know you do." Bre says, staring at me trying to look for any sign that I'm still into her.
She probably didn't get any because she finally scoffs and darts her eyes towards me.
"Honestly, what do I have to do? Am I being a wrecked not enough for you? You're fucking pathetic Hogan." She continues while looking at me with forced tears in her eyes.
I don't really want to be directly with her even if I know the answer to that question. Yet, I need to push her off already, so she won't bother pushing herself towards me even more.
"I've told you already, we're done. Is that hard to understand?" I answer.
She seems to be disappointed with my response and folds her arms while biting her lip. "Is it because of Serge?" She pushes.
I'm just so surprised with her words that I didn't even realize how immediate my answer was. "What? No." I exclaim.
"Then why?" She asks. "Why don't you look at me the same way anymore? I know he's reason. I know how greedily you look at him. I'm not fucking dumb, Hogan." She continues.
I could really act like I don't know what she means, but instead I try to defend my feelings and counter, "Then, what if he is?" Would you stop now? Because for Christ's sake, what more do I have to tell you?" I answer back.
She just looks at me with a glimmer in her eyes as she continues to speak, "I just want you to tell me that you love me. Tell me that you're still mine. Tell me that you don't want him, but me. Just fucking say it, Hogan." She rants.
I couldn't help but feel awed by the tone she perceives and feel guilty for seeing her beg, yet I couldn't bring my mouth to say the words because the lies she just said are nowhere near to what I'm really feeling.
"No Bre. You're just drunk. Let's go." I say, while wrapping my hands around her, guiding her to move.
She immediately pushes me off, though, and shoots me with a menacing look. "Get off of me! You homo." She wines.
I'm just stunned by her words, and feel instant anger with the way she says it with so much derisiveness. Honestly, what is up with her? I don't even know what I'm still doing here, and why I even bothered to try to talk to her because it seems like she's not into it either.
Finally, losing it, I turn back to my heels and leave her in her place. I've just lost my interest in ever trying to mend things with her and feel more rage as I head towards the door while hearing her continuously whining.
"Really, Hogan. That's it? You're going to fucking regret this! Fuck you." She screams for me to hear her.
I just block her words out and proceed to exit the house with displeasure rushing through my veins. It gets more heated once I face the bright porch and try to find my car.
I didn't even mind the people that were coming over me to ask what happened and continue to head to my vehicle. It was near a post, so it was easy to find. Yet, as I open the car, a strike of reality suddenly hits me once more. Serge isn't there.
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It was already midnight when I finally arrived in front of their house. There were lights surrounding it, and I couldn't help but feel more complicated as to what to say.
I know it took me too long to leave the party, yet I still can't picture a reason for him to even leave. Hell, I can't even call him since my phone is drenched in water. So honestly, what happened to him?
I'm just really confused and fazed that I didn't even realize how panicky I'm feeling as I knock on their door.
The entry swings a minute later, and I couldn't help but feel calmer as Serge opens it and welcomes me with a smile.
"Hey," he greets me.
I'm just left more speechless as soon as I see a shirtless Serge in front of me and try not to drape too much on his body. I can't even think of any words to say, yet my mouth just continues to rant its reasons.
"Uhh... yeah, I'm sorry, Look. I wasn't really intending to take that long at the party, it's just that Bre wouldn't stop clinging to me and it was so hard for me to get her to move that I forgot to say it to you. And I didn't even try to call you, which I should have, but I couldn't, because she threw my phone in the pool and that-" I stop in my words as Serge suddenly bursts into laughter, leaving me more confused.
"What?" I asks him.
He just bites his lower lip, trying not to laugh, and raises his eyebrows at me. "It's nothing. So she threw your phone in the pool?" He answers with obvious humour in his tone.
I didn't really bother to enlighten his words, but instead, I just continue to add sincerity to my apology. "Look... All I'm saying is that I'm sorry that I left you waiting too long in the car and-"
"I told you already. it's fine. I just have to leave because of an emergency. So we're cool." He says while cutting my words again and slinging his arm around my shoulder.
I couldn't help but feel shocked as his warmth suddenly takes ahold of my body and try not to think too much about the way he's holding me.
I'm still guilty of leaving him. However, the remorse quickly fades as we proceed inside their home, up to his room.
I shouldn't really make too much of a deal from the way he's looking at me all pretty with his face, yet as he continues to tempt me with it, I can't help but want to settle my desires and try to lean into him to kiss his-
"Hey," a male husky voice suddenly hits my ears, and I immediately glance away from him as I see another guy in Serge's bed.
I'm just surprised to what welcomes me and be shocked as I take in his state. He seems more messy than I am and his hair is ruffled. Wait, are they...Fuck. We're they making out?
"Oh- yeah, I forgot to tell you that, uhh..... I had a visitor. So yeah, this is Heath. I think you already know him since he was our classmate back then and they had to move, so that..... He's the one who called and wanted to hang, so I had to leave." Serge says, introducing me to the guy infront of us.
I'm still conflicted as to why he has to be in Serge's bed and why he's looking at me with what I assume is pride in his eyes. Because fuck, I really want to know what they were doing beforehand. I'm just feeling so bitter right now, especially with the fact that he is the exact reason why Serge had to leave me this afternoon.
I definitely know him. Hell, I'm even close to him. He's our friend back in elementary. It used to be the three of us most of the time, but he had to leave at six grade because his parents had to relocate to another state. I didn't really care that much when they moved, since I got to have Serge all to myself from then on. Because honestly, they were close. as in extremely close. I don't even know how that happened since they only met back in fourth grade, yet I couldn't help but feel jealous at that time at the way they were always with each other. They just have so much tension, that everybody in the room could probably feel the intensity between them, and then there was me in their sides during that time.
I haven't really talked to him since he left, and I'm definitely not planning to if he's not going to keep his hands away from Serge.
"Yeah, Heath, how have you been?" I asks, trying to hide my bewilderment in my words.
"I'm fine," he answers back with a smile.
I just nod at him and try not to look too much into his eyes so that I can think through what to say. I'm instantly distracted though, because as I change my gaze towards the right of the room, I could see Serge with his shoulders hunched and tight body gleaming like a fucking model.
I couldn't seem to take off the image of it from my mind, yet I need to respond or at least try to ask something to ease the awkwardness between us. "Uhh, we're you two...." I say, pointing between them and leaving my words hanging.
Serge's cheeks just blush, which makes me question it even more and he looks at me sheepishly. "No. We weren't. We're just playing and-"
"We were making out," Heath answers, smirking while cutting Serge's words out.
I could already feel Serge stiffen beside me from his words, but chuckles afterwards. Whereas my eyes instantly widen as I hear it.
I'm just shocked and I couldn't help but feel disappointed at the idea of them even doing such a thing. Because honestly, what the heck?
I'd like to think that I'm fine with it because I definitely should be. But then again, my mind is just so messed up at the moment that all I can think about is how slow I've become. With all the time I've been with Serge, I should feel more of a control to have him, even if I'm still not near the thought of us fully being each other. Because fuck, do I crave it. But sadly, I can't have it, if he actually doesn't want to do it with me and just chooses another guy to express his lust on.
"No. Honestly, we were just taking a dip, man." Heath clarifies while forming a gesture with his hand, seemingly snorting something into his nose.
I just look at him, then exchange glances between them both before coming up with an answer. "Uh...Yeah, this is more awkward. Do I need to leave or... "
"No." Heath instantly answers. "You could just stay. I actually need to go now. My parents are still settling in, and I should probably move my stuff in as well. So yeah, nice meeting you, man." He continues, patting my shoulder as he leaves.
My mind is just trying to comprehend what he's saying and puzzle it all together. Wait. What? They're moving back?
"Wait. Heath." I say to stop him. "What you just said about settling...Does it mean you're staying back here?"
He just shrugs at my words and continues to smile. "We still don't know if we will. but probably. So you'll definitely see me around? I guess." I answers calmly, and tries to glance back at the guy next to me.
"And uh....Serge could you just call me later? Thanks." He continues while beginning to leave.
Serge just nods beside me, and I couldn't help but feel more confused with his answer. Because honestly, what just happened?
I try to stay calm and not show my baffled state from our interaction, yet my mind speaks on its own and continues to question what they were.
"What the hell was that?" I asks Serge casually, so he wouldn't notice my bemusement.
He just grins at me widely and continues to put his shirt back. "What?" He asks with humour in his tone.
I'm getting more puzzled with his obliviousness and examine him once more. "Were you really making out?"
He just shrugs while pulling off his pants to change.
My gaze instantly flies when I see him only in his underwear and try not to mess up my mind even more. But who am I kidding? What I'm feeling is definitely something and I shouldn't hold it even more.
"I think you shouldn't call him," I say to him unconsciously.
Serge's head immediately turns to seek me over his shoulder, leaving me more embarrassed about what I just said.
"Why? Are you jealous?" He asks while raising his brow at me.
I probably am, from the way I can't seem to imagine him being with someone else other than me. Because the thought of them continuing what they were doing just throws me off and I don't want that to happen, even if this is their first time meeting again.
"No......" I say, uncertainly. "It's just that you haven't seen him in six years and here you are suddenly making out with him without telling me." I continue.
I should probably stop my mouth before I say something I'll regret even more. Not that my last words were any better, because honestly, why did I say that?
He just stares at me with confusion and continues to put on different pants. "Chill dude. I didn't remember that you actually have to properly meet someone before having a one-night stand with them. And besides, as he already told you, we weren't making out. This is only once, I just needed it. So can you stop acting so possessive all of the sudden?"
"Then you should've just asked me, if you needed someone to...you know?" I suddenly respond without even thinking about my words.
I don't really know why I just said that or if I even mean it, but if I do, I hope Serge at least thinks about my point of not hooking up with Heath.
Serge just chuckles at what I've just said and looks at me funnily. "Having sex with you? Yeah, definitely not." He says.
"Why not?" I find myself asking him.
I'm probably acting too much like a guy who's desperate to get it on with his crush right now, yet I can't seem to stop. I just hope Serge doesn't take my words too seriously and thinks of it as a joke.
He just heads over to me and knocks my head off jokingly with his hand. "I think you know why." He says, smirking at me.
I couldn't help but feel comfortable with his gesture, yet my mouth just ran into curiosity even more. "Is it because you like me?" I asks him strangely, hoping I didn't show that much seriousness in my tone.
He just furrows his brows and continues to slump in bed next to me, laying on his back. "No. It's because you're my best friend and it's definitely weird." He says, punching my arm stubbornly.
I just stare straight at him in the eyes and try to understand if what he said actually matters. "Why? There are friends who hook up."
He just sighs at my response. "Fine. "There are if you say so." He answers, finally giving up. "Are you happy now? Because I'll definitely kill you if you keep acting like my fucking boyfriend."
I should probably just let the topic go because I'm feeling more messed up now, but the idea of him actually bringing up boyfriends just confuses me even more. Is that really how I'm acting right now? A jealous boyfriend?
I just let my mind wander about the thought of that later. Because fuck, am I getting more and more gayer. So instead, I just change the topic and continue to ask him. "So....what are you up to tonight? Maybe you'll want to sleep with me, or-"
"Actually I'm hanging out with Heath tonight, so I'm not sure about that." He answers, cutting me off again while biting his lip.
My eyes narrow at his response, and I try to stare at him, sending daggers with my gaze.
"What?" He asks obliviously.
I just roll my eyes at him and smile as he licks his lips slowly. It's definitely hot, yet I can't feel content with it, especially if there's another guy who thinks it's hot as well.
"I thought you said it was a one-time thing." I ask.
He just gives me a puzzled look and flits his gaze over my expression. "Seriously, Hogan? Did you forget that you were actually friends with him too? And besides, I already asked him if you could join us. So don't be jealous." He responds.
I don't really know what he's talking about or what it means, so I just continue to say the first thing that comes to my mind. "So...we're going to have a threeway?" I ask him curiously.
"What? No." He answers, while chuckling. "We're going to go to an amusement park later. But I'll definitely think about your request." He finishes off while winking at me.
I'm obviously not that delighted about the idea of the three of us hanging together because I'm pretty certain that I'll probably just look like the third wheel between them, yet I can't really be that disappointed, especially since I definitely want to go to an amusement park with Serge.
I just smile at his words as I lie in bed beside him. I should probably also stop staring at him lustfully whenever I get the chance to, but my mind is not into that and I continue to brush my hand delicately along his jaw.
"You're still sleeping with me tonight, right?"