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CHAPTER EIGHTY
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SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•Is there a philosophy for why life throws curveballs at you, when you’re starting to get a hang of it? Because what the fuck just happened? Tyler’s been the catalyst for every bad feeling I’ve had since I came to UD. And if he thinks a public declaration of his sick version of love is going to make me like him, he’s got another thing coming.I only realize I’m standing when Vanya tugs at my sleeve.“Where’re you—?”I shrug her off “I need to make a call.” She stares at me confused.“My mum.” I lie.If she knows I’m lying she doesn’t say anything, which I grateful for.There are still shocked whispers and sniggers as I stalk down towards the path behind The Green. My fists and jaw are worked so tight it aches. I feel Ill.He did it.He actually fucking did it.“I’m gay,” “I like one boy,” “I like his cock.” Those words dance in front of my eyes like freak show dance.
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER EIGHTY
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•I’m a breath away from losing it. I am going to lose it if Levi keeps flipping the page of his textbook from side to side. Or shifts on his seat or cleats his throat for the thousandth time. It’s silent between us which would’ve been okay if Levi weren’t making it so fucking tense and awkward.For some reason, he clears his throat. I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to say absolutely nothing. “I mean,” I finally give in, my eyes remain on my notes, “you could’ve easily texted, if you needed extra time to… finish up with your guest.”Levi goes completely still beside me. “Excuse me?”“Nothing.” I deflect. “Forget it.” I underline a phrase, already underlined.He puts his pen down. “No. Say it.”Facing him, I say “I just think it’s a little unprofessional. That’s all. You wanted clear boundaries, remember?”His jaw tightens slightly. “I didn’t realize I needed
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•**•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*Vanya is blonde, she looks completely different. Considering the way her legs are tossed over my lap, I guess you could say she’s still the same person. No regard for my personal space. I’ve known all phases of her, the weed smoking Vanya, the vaping Vanya, the pottery Vanya, now the blonde Vanya. I wonder how long this one will stick. I guess that’s one the things college is for, finding yourself. Or losing yourself—though sometimes, it’s hard to tell the difference.Maybe it was the trip with her dad. People don’t always change their outside without something shifting underneath. “Oh! Yeah and they’re getting a divorce.” She says, ending her post trip recap.“Wait who?” I blink dumbly at the casual manner she says it. Like her parents aren’t actually getting a divorce. She gives me a look, “the people who raised me and signed my tuition checks, the ones who had
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•Luke’s groaning again, not like a whale-dying-in-his-sleep this time. This one’s real and frustrated, reverberating off the wet bathroom walls. I lift my head from my pillow to listen. Another thud. Then a hiss, “fuck.” Definitely trying to bathe.“Luke?” I call, pushing off the bed. No response. Just the sound of water and pain and maybe Luke’s pride swirling down the drain.I knock on the toilet door once. “Everything alright in there?”Still no response. When I push the door open, everywhere is so fogged up, I almost can’t see the disaster happening. Luke’s bent by the shower, balancing on one leg, looking very uncomfortable, the other leg in the bright blue cast is wrapped in a trash bag. He’s hanging on to the sink with one hand, glaring at the wall like he has a personal beef with it. “Seriously, why won’t you just go over to Tony’s?” I say handing him a to
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•CALEB*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•Later, at evening, I’m at Levi’s place for another tutoring session. He steps to the side to let me in. There are more plants than I remember, or maybe I just didn’t pay attention the last time. Little clay pots sits together on every levelled surface—the windowsill, the coffee table, the kitchen counter, even the radiator. A taller plant with with broad leaves is by the window, absorbing the light from the setting sun. The air smells green and soil-like. It’s serene and calming just like Levi.He’s by the window, watering his plants, the light showing the lines of his strong, tattooed back. The sight makes my cheeks warm. With the way the grey sweatpants are struggling to hang on to his waist, he clearly wasn’t expecting company. It’s a lot. Too much.I hope he puts on a shirt before we start, because I don’t think we’re gonna get any real studying done like this
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• CALEB *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*••**•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• Levi drops me off at my dorm, after insisting I call him if I need anything. Immediately he drives off, I have half a mind to go after him and tell him to take me to his apartment. The plants there probably live better than I do. When I finally drag myself inside, it’s like I’m hit with a brick of restlessness and emptiness. I’m convinced this dorm is the cause. The walls are dampened with the cold spring air. My side of the room is a complete mess so I’m camping in Luke’s bed tonight. I don’t care. I know the responsible thing to do would be to clean it, but I’m not that, I’m anything but. I don’t care to change out of my clothes, just kick of my shoes and creep under Luke’s sheets. At least they’re clean. They’re always clean anyway. Luke is a neat freak. He folds his laundry the second it’s dry, lines up his shoes neatly under the bed and makes his bed
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