“Fine,” I tell him. “I will tell you.”
He blinks as if he wasn’t expecting me to give in. “Seriously?”
I nod, then go back to leaning against the wall. With my eyes set on the back door of the house, where kids keep streaming in and out, I say, “Staying away from you was the only way I could… Well, stay away from you.”
Ben positions himself against the wall too, but on his side so that he is facing me. “What does that even mean?” he asks. From my peripheral, I see him reach into his jacket pocket and pull something out, then stick it in his mouth. I look at him just as he retrieves a lighter from another pocket.
I arch my eyebrow at the cigarette in his mouth. “I’m not going to stay here and talk to you if all I get back is second-hand smoke.”
His mouth grins around the stick between his lips. “You want one?” he asks, reaching into his pocket and presenting me with a cigarette.
“I don’t smoke,” I tell him, even though I’m pretty sure he already knows that.
“Really?” he asks, putting it back. “Too bad, you were so good with your mouth.”
He and I both know he is fucking with me.
He pulls the cigarette between his lips away and hooks it above his ear. “Okay, no smoking. Now tell me. You were saying something about staying away from me.”
I look away from him and rake a hand through my hair. “It means that I didn’t want to stay away from you.”
There is a notable silence from his side, and I know he is frowning when he says, “But that’s exactly what you did.”
I nod, waiting for him to catch up. But when I look at him, he is giving me a confused look.
He laughs. “Wait, am I dumb or something?”
“I’m starting to believe so.”
He laughs. “Nah. If I didn’t want to stay away from somebody, then I wouldn’t stay away from them.”
I nod. “Unless you had to.”
“Like for what reasons?”
“Maybe they are not the right person for you.”
His eyes narrow. “I think I’m starting to catch up.”
I look away from him. There, I said it.
Before either of us can say anything else, a rowdy group of partygoers spills out of the back door and into the lawn. Now, I can’t pretend to not be at the party if they bring it out here, can I?
“Come, hide with me in the bushes,” Ben says, and before I know it, he’s holding my hand in his and pulling me past the flower bush he appeared from earlier. When he sits down and pulls me with him, we can’t see the other side of the lawn. And there’s nobody else on this side. Just us.
“So, I was not the right person for you,” he says, getting right back to our conversation. He sits on the grass with his legs stretched out, leaning back on his hands. He focuses his eyes on my face. “What made me so wrong for you?”
I sit with my legs crossed, one hand twiddling on my thigh while I lean back on the other. Why did I think this conversation was a good idea?
“Nothing… You were just not my type.”
He scoffs. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You were giving me eyes for weeks before we fucked. I don’t know if I need to remind you, but that night? At the club? You were all but fucking me on the dancefloor, I barely—”
“You don’t have to get into details,” I cut him off, trying to sound cool—as if my face isn’t heating up and my little head isn’t getting ideas.
He shakes his head. “No, I do, if you’re going to sit here and tell half-assed lies about how I’m not your type when you showed me that I was in a hundred different ways that night.” He reaches for that cigarette tucked behind his ear and fiddles with it as if dying for a smoke. “Fucking hell, Isaac. Just tell me the truth. I swear you’re not going to hurt my feelings.”
I feel his gaze on the side of my face. It’s heavy, it’s unwavering, and it’s not going anywhere.
I give in—again. “Fine. You’re a type I’m trying to quit.”
“And what type is that?”
Do I really need to say it?
I should have brought a beer with me. That would have made this conversation much easier. But since I don’t have any liquid to back me up, I go with good old balls.
“Bad boys,” I tell him.
There, it’s all out in the open.
“I think this is the first time I’ve been accused of being a bad boy to my face,” he says.
I look at him. “Are you saying that you’re not one?”
He gnaws on his bottom lip. “That depends on what you mean by bad boy.”
“Are there different meanings?”
He nods. “There are. Do you think I’m a bad boy because I have no inhibitions and make you lose the control you want to have? Or do you think I’m a bad boy because I’m a jerk who only thinks about himself and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your feelings?”
“I don’t think you are a jerk,” I tell him.
“No? So it’s the first reason?”
When I was deciding to stay away from him, did I go into categorising what kind of bad boy he is? No. I didn’t need to. Whether he is a jerk or not, at the end of the day, bad boys cut your heart out and watch you bleed while they move on to the next new exciting thing.
I shake my head. I mean, sure, that’s part of it, but it doesn’t cover everything.
“Alright, tell me. What kind of bad boy broke your heart?”
Even as my heartbeat kicks up, I feign confusion. “What?”
He arches an eyebrow and reaches for his lighter. “This is all because some bad boy broke your heart, right? That’s why you’re pushing away amazing guys like me.” He gives me a wink and then waves his lighter in the air. “Come on, let me have one.”
“Go ahead,” I tell him, and watch as he smiles before sticking the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up.
When he has put away his lighter and taken a puff, he focuses back on me. “What, you don’t want to tell me?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Come on, it’s only fair that I know whose mistakes I’m paying for.”
I sigh. “Mostly mine. I knew what kind of guy he was, I just… I was just…”
“You were in love,” he puts in.
Our eyes meet for a second, and it feels like I’ve been too forthcoming. This was a bad idea. I sit down with the guy for five minutes and I’m already telling him my love sob story? He just has a way about him; he’ll get you talking and you’ll think you’re keeping the dirty bits to yourself but before you know it, you have laid out your entire life story.
“I need to go,” I say, straightening my legs out and getting ready to rise. I’m halfway up when he wraps a hand around my arm and pulls me back. I stumble back to the ground, my upper body crashing into his. I go to quickly pull away but he switches his hold to around my waist, keeping me in place. “Ben—”
“You are driving me crazy, Isaac,” he says, stubbing his cigarette on the ground on his other side. “You know that, don’t you?”
I’m so close to him. Our lips are literal inches away, and my chest is pressed to his side. With his cigarette out of the way, he turns his entire attention on me.
Reaching up, he rubs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Do you know how crazy it makes me, thinking that all these months you’ve been running away from me would never have happened if I pushed just a little harder? Because if you had told me all this back then? I would have shown you exactly how much better I can be to you than the asshole who broke your heart.”
I swallow hard, his words being nothing like I had expected.
He leans in, his lips getting closer to mine with every passing second. “And isn’t that what you want, Isaac? Someone who can be good to you?”
When I do nothing but stare back at him, he makes eye contact.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes.” The word slips past my lips of its own accord.
“Good,” he says. Then just when there’s barely any space left between our faces, he pulls back. I sit back on the grass, catching up with my breathing because I seem to have taken a break for a while there.
I watch as he rises and extends his right hand to me. “Come.”
I don’t think.
I just go.
I sigh and turn away from him “Let’s not drag this any further, please.”“Ash and I have not had that kind of relationship for five years now,” he says. “And when we did, it only lasted for a few months before I realised what a huge mistake it was and put an end to it. He has tried to revive it many times, but I’ve long made it clear that my affections for him only go as far as being his brother. I know, I’ve given him way too much leeway than most siblings would. Allowed him to affect who I could and could not get close to. But I drew the line at you.”He pauses for a moment, and then continues,“You must have seen him kiss me, and you also must have not stayed long enough after. Because if you had, you would know that I pushed him away, and I assured him that I’d always be there for him as his brother, but to not ask more of me.”I stay rooted to the spot even when I feel him move closer.“And,” he continues, “like I did two months ago, I told him that I’m in love with you, and I wa
Two days after I get home, the door to my room–or rather, my hideout, since I’ve hardly left it since I got back–bursts open and Jared appears.A retort is ready on my lips to ask him to get lost when he beats me to it. “Your sister is in the hospital.”I blink at him, and then push myself up from my lying position on the bed. “What?”“She developed a migraine in class and passed out on her way to the infirmary. The school called an ambulance…your mother couldn’t reach you on your phone. So she called me.”Fuck. I get out of bed and look around for a pair of pants. Jared throws one at me, and then a t-shirt.“Is she okay?”“Looks like she needs to get that surgery asap,” he tells me.Shit. She was supposed to have one more month. We haven’t yet put together enough money, and–“I sold the truck,” Jared says.“What?”“I got six grand for it. I would have informed you earlier if you were taking visitors or, I don’t know, taking calls.” He is annoyed, and he isn’t hiding it. He walks past
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Two Months LaterI’ve just gotten out of the shower and pulled on a pair of sweatpants when there’s a knock on the door. I grab a tshirt and pull it on as I head to the door. There’s already a smile on my face as I expect to find Ben on the other side. Tonight was the last show on the first leg of the tour. Beginning tomorrow, we’ll have a two-week break, and then begin the second leg. There’s an after-party going on at the hotel bar, from which I escaped a while ago. Ben said he would come up after a few minutes.When I open the door, my smile falls instantly when I’m faced with a crying Keri.Before I can ask what’s wrong, she throws herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her crying face onto my chest.“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask worriedly, patting her shoulder gently and pulling us away from the doorway. “I fucked up,” she cries as I shut the door behind us. “I don’t know what to do.”“What did you do?” I ask, reaching up to remove her arms from around me so that I can
I cannot tell whether Ben is mad or not. He isn’t exactly avoiding me–at least not in the way he used to avoid me whenever he was pissed off in the past. But he also hasn’t exactly spent more than ten seconds in my company. We are having a family fun day event at the children’s hospital. Apparently, Ben volunteered to run a coffee truck for the day–he has experience working as a barista. As soon as the band’s performance was over, he got busy serving snacks and making all sorts of drinks for all attending. When I gather enough courage–and ignore most of my shame–to approach him at the truck, he sends me on an errand right away. When I get back, Keri has joined him. I don’t know what I hope to tell him–this isn’t really the best setting to get into that sort of conversation. So I decide to wait until we get back to the hotel.In the evening, I knock on his suite door and wait. It’s been about an hour since we got back from the hospital. It’s early evening and we don’t have any oth
“What are you doing? No…stop–” my plea dies in my throat as I bring my teeth down on my lip to keep a moan from escaping.“You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice in my ear, his palm rubbing up and down my crotch. I’m getting hard, I’m craving his touch, but I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t want this.“Huh?” he asks, his fingers now moving to my button, popping it open, then working on my zipper. “Should I stop now?”Yes. Stop.But instead of saying those words, my fingers dig into his blond hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles against my neck, and then he is sucking on my skin.I hear their voices.“Please…” Stop, they’ll see. We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt him. All are words I want to say, but all that comes from my mouth is his name. “Jared.”It doesn’t sound like a warning. It sounds like a wanton plea to touch me more. And he does. And then they are there, and I’m suddenly tangled in sheets…his sheets, in his room back at home… He is holding me in his arms, mov