Silky sheets.
I felt a bit comfy and satisfied and the cologne coming from them was giving off sweetness and sex. I grunted a bit, rubbing my hand through the soft curls that I had styled yesterday but they seemed a bit ruffled.
I opened my eyes a little as I heard the sounds of the windows opening and at the same time, sunlight poured into the room. My breath hitched in my throat as a sculpted back came into view.
The back wasn't familiar. It was filled with beautiful ink. The ink traced a gorgeous brown skin. His arms bulged as he sipped a bit of the coffee in his hands. My heart sank into my stomach suddenly as the air automatically became too less for me. What the fuck had I done?
Why was I here? In a stranger's apartment? Feeling satisfied and comfy in his bed!
He turned around, making me whimper a bit in disgrace. I suddenly could not breathe as he stared at me with the familiar smirk that I had hated ever since.
My words got stuck in my throat as I became automatically speechless. He sighed and sipped more of his coffee, licking his plump pink lips at the end. Had I kissed those? And how many times did I do it?
My brain couldn't comprehend as I raised the sheets to cover my bare chest, already feeling exposed. I had slept with Khalil Ahmed! The most beautiful guy at my school and my fucking rival. I had no idea he was gay, although he hadn't joined others to insult me when they did, he didn't give off any fruity vibes.
I know he hated me too, but not for those reasons. He rolled his eyes and sighed out, "What's with the drama Kezie? Yes, I kissed those pretty lips of yours that always have something mean to say to me."
I shook my head and stood up abruptly, screaming when I saw myself naked. He chuckled loudly as I jumped down from the bed and noticed the jeans and shirt that I had worn yesterday.
I ignored him and put on my jeans quickly, flinching when I saw the probing hicky at my abdomen. Fuck, we did do it then.
"Chill Chikezie," He said, calling my full name as I put on my shirt in shame. I walked toward him with tears already forming in my eyes. I was feeling too emotional and I had no idea why. His eyes widened when he saw mine, and his playful look melted into a worried one.
No.
There was no way Khalil was worried about me.
"My phone please," I asked and he walked towards the cabinet of his room, taking my device from it. When he walked back to me, he gave me my phone and I grabbed it with no patience.
"Hey, it's not what you thi-"
I sighed, biting my lips and in a flash, I saw his eyes look down at them, "I get it, Khalil. No one will know about this. T-this was a mistake."
I turned away, leaving his room with my brain still jumbled as I walked through the hallway. When I heard his door open one more time, I gave it up and sprinted down
the stairs, jumping two at a time. I ran through the living room, and out of the house towards the gate.
When I got there, the gateman looked at me in curiosity.
"See my boy! What happened?"
I ignored his praises, "Where am I?" I asked with my voice breaking and his smile switched off.
"Banana Island, take this paper, this is the code."
I hurriedly brought out my phone, and thanked him, speeding out of the modernized manor with my legs. As I got to the gate and offered the code, my hired car was already outside.
***
"Sir, your mum is really mad at you," My cook told me as I rushed into the house but at that moment, I was more bent on screaming in my room as I ran up the stairs, ignoring her completely.
As soon as I got to my room, I shut my door and slid down on it in pain.
My whole reputation was ruined.
How could I let Khalil of all people sleep with me? It didn't make any sense, I didn't even like him, all I did was lust after him a few times but urgh.
My phone dinged as the light came on in my pocket. I cleaned a stray tear that rolled down my puff cheeks and grumbled to myself as my thoughts came back to me. My eyes scanned through the text from my new ex, Gavin.
Dickhead:
Are you okay? I'm sorry.
Of course, you are, I thought as my head traveled back to the past.
Gavin Torez, my half-cast beautiful ex, had called me out yesterday evening to my best ice cream shop and while I was snacking on my milk chocolate ice cream, he just said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore."
Almost choking on my spoon, I questioned him and he shook his head and left. I was so confused and heartbroken. Stupidly, I footed the ice cream bill and walked out to look for him but he was already gone. Called him and his phone was switched off.
Gavin, the love of my life, had broken up with me for no good reason at all and it hurt so intensely. He was not even in my school, so there was no way that I could ask him there. And after a long time of thinking, I entered a club.
And then I started drinking and after that, I can't remember shit.
All I know was that I was at the club and then suddenly in Khalil Ahmed's bed. Like some shameless slut. I cradled my head in my arms as I thought about school the next day. How was I even going to survive?
This is so messed up.
It turned out that my mum never came home that afternoon and that made me feel glad. The day rushed through as the universe didn't like me and the next dreaded day, Monday finally came.
I turned and tossed around in my bed, deep in thought. Since yesterday, I had gotten no shame or disgrace from anyone in my school saying that I was a fag or anything. Yet, I was still scared of the inevitable. Hell, they could all be waiting for me to come to school.
Atlantic High.
A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.
But everyone still suspected I was gay due to my nonchalant attitude toward my female admirers. I was calm and I knew I was beautiful. I was the good guy, the nerd, the one with an awkward smile. Every girl wanted to be my best friend due to my delicate features. Some said I had soft skin like a woman's.
So that, plus the fact that I didn't date not even one girl since my junior year, made them suspect my sexuality. Trust me, I had tried fucking a girl and it was nothing. It wasn't good, I didn't feel good and I had thought I was asexual till my first time with Gavin.
I grumbled as his half-cast looks came into view. I missed him dearly and I was ashamed because of it. Now, there was Khalil, a complete Northern beauty with the prettiest smile. He was the opposite of me. He had girls, intense looks, and a pretty smile. And of course, he was the bad boy.
He had resumed in senior year, making me the second most handsome in our set. Yet, some junior girls still brought me flowers and made me help 'tutor' them. And that meant gazing at my face and making me feel uncomfortable as I solved their math problems.
For some reason, Khalil didn't just like me and didn't like him back when I noticed. He always made snarky remarks at me whenever I passed by but he never dared to bully me. No one did. With time, he took the position of the school's basketball team's captain.
And that meant hell for me, you know why?
Cause for some fucked up reason, I was the coach. Yes.
I had the best court dilemma and always had the brains to pull them out of every problem they entered. Unsurprisingly, after three weeks with the captain, I lost my voice and almost quit.
After much pressure from the other members, I agreed to help the team again but only on one condition, I wouldn't be on the court. Instead, my best friend, Naza.
