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Evan: Chapter Nineteen
I followed closely behind Jake as we walked toward his car. Even through my confusion and slight anger I couldn't help but lust after him, the way his broad shoulders filled out his jacket, giving shape to his muscular back and how his bubble butt bounced and tensed with every step he took, pushing back against the material that was almost too tight to contain them... God, I wanted to drop to my knees to shove my face between those incredible cheeks. The only thought that could possibly be hotter was being able to slide my dick between them.
I was snapped back to reality and out of my fantasy world by Jake's deep voice.
"Are you getting in?" he asked, holding his car door open as he looked at me over the top of the roof.
Apparently I had been so lost in my thoughts that I had stopped walking and was just standing in front of his car staring at it. I quickly rushed to the passenger door and pulled it open, looking across at Jake.
"Where's Tina?" I asked, wondering why I wasn't being relegated to the back seat.
"She's busy with her friends. I'm seeing her later," he replied.
"Oh right, so that's it," I said, rolling my eyes. I started to descend down into my seat but Jake's response stopped me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.
I rose back fully to my feet and stared into his eyes. I decided it was now or never. "It means you only seem to give a shit about me now when she's not around."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jake asked. "She's my girlfriend. I thought you'd understand that."
"Oh, I get that," I said. "You need to spend time with her. What I don't get is where my best friend has gone. You would have never ditched me before. You didn't even have the fucking courtesy to text me this morning to tell me you weren't picking me up."
"You got here didn't you?"
"Yeah, no thanks to you," I said. "Would I even be getting a ride now if she wasn't busy?"
"You know what, Ev, fuck you. I don't need this shit. Find your own way home."
Jake got into the car and slammed his door shut. My door was still open and I wasn't ending the conversation that easily, we needed to talk about what was going on and it needed to be now. I threw my bag in behind the seat, climbed in and pulled the door closed.
"Get out," Jake said, glaring at me.
"Make me," I replied, staring straight into his eyes. Something burned behind them I had never seen in Jake before. I could have sworn it was hatred.
We sat in silence for a moment, just staring at each other. I saw Jake's hand coil into a fist and I was sure he was going to punch me or at least force me out of the car.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he barked, clenching so tight his fingers were changing color.
In the semi-privacy of his car I finally felt like I could let loose. "You are. I don't even feel like I know you anymore."
"Why? Because you're not getting what you want?" Jake asked.
"Oh, and what do I want, Jake?"
"Me," he said, straight faced and serious.
"What?" I asked, genuinely surprised and taken off guard.
"You want me. That's what this is about," he said. "You're in love with me and you can't handle me seeing someone who isn't you."
Those words stung, especially coming from Jake's mouth, a mouth that was curled into a sinister smile. He was trying to hurt me now and that had never been something he would have done before.
"You think I'm jealous?" I asked.
"I know you are," Jake said. "Why else would you be acting like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like a little kid who's not getting his way,"
"Get over yourself, Jake. You're not that fucking hot. And it's not like you're the only guy in school. Do you want to know why I'm pissed off? It's not because you're fucking some slut you barely said two words to before Monday, it's because you gave me your word that nothing was going to change between us and you've shit all over that by acting like some fucking douchebag jock who's too good to even talk to me anymore."
I could see in Jake's eyes that he was shocked by me getting so heated and honest but I felt twenty pounds lighter after I said it.
Jake said nothing. He continued looking at me for a moment and then turned his attention to the car, starting the engine. I waited for a reply but it didn't come as he pulled out of the parking space, drove through the school gates and headed down the road toward my house.
Two minutes of awkward silence followed until I couldn't take it anymore. "We need to talk, Jake."
"I think you've said enough," he said through gritted teeth.
"I've barely even started," I said. "We need to do this. We need to get it all out in the open so we can get past it."
"Why do we?" he snapped. "Why can't we just leave it in the fucking past where it belongs?"
"Because it's not in the past," I shot back. "One minute you act like everything is fine and the next minute I don't exist. That's not normal, Jake. That's not you being okay with what happened."
"I don't want to do this, Ev," Jake mumbled, looking anywhere but at me.
"I don't want to do it either" I said, "but we have to. I miss my best friend. I don't know what's going on inside your head but I want to help you. What you're doing, Jake, with me, with Tina, you're not okay."
"What the fuck do you know?" he said as he turned a corner.
"I know the Jake I grew up with, the Jake I've known for fifteen years wouldn't just abandon his best friend. I know the Jake I fell in love with thinks with his head and his heart instead of his dick. You're neither of those guys right now."
"And who are you, Ev? Are you Mr Innocent in all this? Am I supposed to take all the blame for what's happened?"
"I didn't say that," I replied.
"Then stop acting like I'm the bad guy," he said. "We both fucked up. I'm just trying to deal with it."
"Then deal with it. You don't need to push me away and treat me like shit."
"I don't know what else to do," he said as he turned into my street.
"Just stop being such a fucking pussy and talk to me."
Rage flashed into Jake's eyes as his head shot round and he glared at me. I instantly regretted calling him a pussy and started to worry when he slammed the brakes on, screeching to a halt in front my house, almost smashing my head into the dashboard.
"Get out," Jake seethed.
"Jake..."
"Get out of the fucking car, Evan," he screamed.
I swallowed hard and quickly scrambled around for the handle, throwing open the door and jumping out of the car. I had never heard so much anger in Jake's voice.
I was expecting him to speed off, to shoot down the road and out of sight, but instead he turned the engine off and got out of the car. He looked at me over the roof and then started toward me. I backed up the closer he got until we were at my door and I couldn't go anywhere. His gaze was penetrating me and I felt a cold shiver down in my core, uncertain of what he was going to do.
Neither of us said a word as I fumbled for my keys and got the door unlocked. The second it was open Jake put his hand in the middle of my back and shoved me through it. He was so strong he almost pushed me over but I managed to keep my footing and turned just in time to see him close the door, setting the lock into place. None of the cars were on the drive so he knew we were alone.
He strode right up to me so our bodies were no more than three inches apart and grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling my arm up and twisting it back so a jolt of pain shot through me. His eyes burned into me and I truly thought he meant to hurt me; physically this time, not just with his words. For the very first time I was scared of him.
"The next time you call me a pussy I'll break your fucking arm," Jake growled, yanking on my arm so I screamed in pain.
"Jake, please," I almost begged. "I just wanted you to talk to me."
He released my arm and I gasped with relief. Instinctively my other hand tried to rub the pain away but it didn't work. A second later I was being shoved again, only this time I couldn't keep my feet under me and I crashed to the ground.
"Talk," he demanded.
It took me a moment to regain my bearings. I pushed myself up into a sitting position. My arm throbbed with the pain that still shot through it. Jake was standing over me, looking down at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Doing what?" he said like he didn't know.
"Don't give me that bullshit, Jake, you know what," I said, slowly getting to my feet. "You can't think the way you've been acting is normal. You know what you've been doing to me; giving me the cold shoulder, flaunting Tina in front of me, kissing her when you've got your eyes on me. Don't think I haven't noticed."
"Dream on, Ev," Jake said, turning away from me.
"Why are you even seeing her?" I asked. "I never heard you mention her name once before you had your dick inside me."
Jake spun around and his hand went straight to my throat. Everything seemed to stop. He wasn't choking me or even really squeezing hard at all but the intent was clear and now he was in control.
"Don't fucking say that," Jake spat. "I didn't fuck you, no matter how much you wanted it."
"No, you didn't," I squeaked, trembling under his hand. "But you were inside me, Jake. You can't deny it. The head of your dick was inside me."
His grip on my throat tightened and I started to panic. He pulled my face close to his so his mouth was next to my ear.
"I don't care if my dick was inside you, it doesn't mean shit."
"What?" I asked, confused, staring up into his eyes.
"I'm not gay like you."
"I never said you were," I croaked out under the pressure from his hand. "It's not me you have to convince."
He pushed me back and then yanked me forward, all by the throat, until my face was so close to his our noses were almost touching.
"Stop trying to pin your fantasies on me. It's never going to happen."
I reached up and put my hands on his arm, trying to get him to ease off because I was starting to think he would choke me if things didn't go his way.
"That's not what this is about," I said. "We both know what's in my head. We need to talk about what's in yours."
Jake looked at me like he thought I was crazy. I waited for him to say something but he didn't so I decided to continue.
"Please, Jake," I said. "You're not okay. If you could just forget about what happened we wouldn't be here now."
"What are you talking about?"
"If you're so convinced you're straight you shouldn't have a problem with me. You said it yourself; nothing's ever going to happen between us. I accepted that a long time ago."
"Then what the fuck happened this past weekend?"
"I told you the truth and I told you I love you but you were the one who got hard when we were wrestling and rubbed your dick against my ass. If we'd have been naked instead of wearing singlets you would have fucked me right there on the mats in your basement."
"Now you are fucking dreaming," Jake laughed. "So I got hard, big fucking deal. It was the friction. It could have happened with anyone."
"Yeah? Then why did you kiss me? Could that have just happened with anyone?"
Jake suddenly let go of my throat and turned away from me. He put some distance between us and stood looking out of the window. I reached up to my throat and gasped for air.
"That was your fault," Jake said, breaking the silence.
"My fault?" I asked.
"You shouldn't have told me you love me. It fucked with my head," Jake said.
I was about to apologize but it wasn't something I was sorry for and it wasn't exactly something I had control over.
"I just wanted to be honest. I didn't mean for anything to happen," I said.
"I know," Jake muttered. "But no one's ever said that to me before. It made me feel all warm inside."
"You've told me that, Jake. I know why you kissed me. I know why you let me run my tongue all over your body and why you let me suck your dick. I know why you started pushing your cock inside me and nearly fucked me. I understand why you didn't, why you couldn't. What I don't understand is what you're doing now."
"What am I doing?" he asked, turning back to look at me.
"Lying," I said. "You say you're okay with what happened but you're not. Why else would you be acting like such a dick? Why would you be fucking Tina?"
"Maybe because I like her," he protested.
"Then why was the first me or Em ever heard about her the day after you nearly fucked me?"
"I don't have to tell you everything," he said.
"No, you don't, but you always have," I said.
"What do you want me to say?" Jake asked.
I thought for a second before answering, "I want you to tell me that you're not trying to prove a point by fucking her."
"Trying to prove a point to who?" Jake asked.
"To me," I said. "And you."
"What?"
"You might think that by fucking her and flaunting it in front of me that you're showing me how straight you are and how you're never going to fuck me for real, when really I think you're scared by how close you did come to fucking me and how good what we did together felt. You're worried that because you wanted it almost as much as I did that it makes you gay so you went out and found the first girl who'd let you fuck her so you could pound her until you've convinced yourself that what we did meant nothing and you're still a man."
I had to take a deep breath once all of that was out of my mouth. I was glad I had finally said it, but my brief moment of relief was destroyed when Jake's huge body crashed into mine and he tackled me to the ground.
My head smashed into the floor as we went down, making me feel dizzy, and the air was driven out of my lungs as the weight of Jake's huge muscular body came down on top of me. I could barely breathe and it felt like my mind had left my body because I lay there fully aware of Jake's forearm as it crashed down against my throat, pinning me to the floor, but I was completely helpless, unable to move my arms or open my mouth to get him to stop.
The eyes I looked up into didn't seem like they belonged to the Jake I knew. They were dark, almost soulless, and there was an intensity in them that terrified me because I didn't know this guy who was on top of me; it wasn't the Jake who would always protect me, it was a Jake who wanted to kill me.
"It meant nothing," Jake snarled, his face twisted into a scowl, his arm pressed down against my throat so hard that when I finally tried to take a breath no air could reach my lungs. "Stop trying to make it into something it's not."
I tried to protest, tried to say anything to get him to stop but I couldn't. I felt my face growing red, or perhaps purple, from the lack of air, and the only thing I could do was to plead with Jake with my eyes, hoping he'd let up. Instead he pushed his arm that little bit higher, forcing my head back. The pressure he applied made the skin on my throat feel like it was about to tear open.
"And don't ever question how much of a man I am," he said, driving my head into the floor.
He swung his leg over my body so he was straddling me, pinning me completely to the ground under his weight while his arm still cut off my airway. He leaned in so close to my face I could feel his hot breath against my ear.
"You keep trying to put all this on me but you're just as much to blame," Jake growled through clenched teeth. "You've got this fantasy that I let you worship my body and suck my dick because I'm in denial and that really I'm in love with you like you are with me. I'm not, Ev. I love you... but, not like that."
His voice softened with his last few words and he eased up before releasing me completely, shifting so he was basically sitting on my chest while my body heaved and panted for breath beneath him. I looked up at him as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a huge groan.
"Why did you have to tell me that you're in love with me?" Jake said as he looked back down at me, staring into my eyes. When I didn't answer, because I still couldn't form the words, he continued. "Everything was fine until you said that."
"Why?" I managed to croak.
"Why what?" Jake asked, still sitting on my chest.
"Why did it change things?"
He dropped his head and closed his eyes. "Because it messed with my head. It made me think of things I never had before."
"Like what?" I asked.
Jake said nothing. He slid off my chest onto the floor beside me and laid on his back staring up at the ceiling.
"Like what?" I repeated, turning onto my side slightly to look at him.
He turned his head to look at me and our eyes connected. "Like how much I care about you. No one means more to me than you do. I thought about how well we get on, how awesome it would be to live with you, to share my life with you. I could be happy with you, but I could never have imagined having sex with you. I thought if I just tried, if I could do it and enjoy it, maybe I could have everything with you."
He broke eye contact suddenly and got up, walking away from me. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and my eyes followed him as he started pacing again.
"When we were wrestling and I was on your back with my dick so close to your ass I was thinking about whether or not I could fuck you and I started getting hard," Jake continued, not looking at me once. "Rubbing up against you, feeling your hard body beneath me... fuck, it turned me on. I wanted to fuck you so bad and it freaked me out. That's why I ran."
My mouth hung open hearing him actually say the words, saying he wanted to fuck me. I never thought I would ever hear that coming from Jake. I didn't speak so he continued.
"I spent the whole fucking night beating myself up, trying to deny that any of it happened. There was no way I could have wanted to fuck you because you're a guy and I'm not into guys. I'm not. That's not a lie. I've never looked at any other guy and thought about fucking them. But you... fuck Ev... I really did want to fuck you."
I could barely breathe as I listened to him and my whole body quivered. I didn't want it to be because it wasn't the right time but my dick was rock hard hearing his admission and I tried to cover it up so he wouldn't notice. This was Jake, the real Jake, talking to me.
Continuing to pace and still not looking at me, he went on. "I dreamt about you that night, about us. I woke up so hard and I thought maybe I could do it. That's why I kissed you. That's why I took your hand and led you to your bedroom. That's why I let you do what you did and why I came so close to fucking you."
I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and managed to speak, "What stopped you?"
"You did," he said, finally turning to look at me.
"Why?" I asked, hoping for a better explanation than I got the morning after it happened.
Jake's eyes bore into me with the most intense look I've ever seen from him. He was silent for a long moment and then he spoke, "What you did... what WE did... it felt too good. It felt right. There was nothing I didn't like."
I opened my mouth to speak but I could see that there was still something he wanted to say so I closed my lips and continued to look at him until he said whatever was on his mind.
"When you were... When we were... Oh God, this is hard," he said.
"Please, Jake, it's me. You can say anything and you know I won't judge you," I said, trying to sooth him as I got to my feet.
His eyes studied me for a moment. "I can't believe I'm saying this... You've got the hottest fucking ass I've ever seen. That's why I wanted to fuck it."
My mouth was drier than it had ever been before and my brain felt like it had melted inside my skull hearing him talk about me like that, saying how hot my ass was. It took every bit of strength I had to say, "So why stop? Why didn't you fuck me?"
"Because you spoke," Jake said.
"So?" I asked.
"So your voice wasn't a girl's," he said. "I realized I was about to fuck a guy and I panicked. I'm not gay, Ev. I swear I'm not gay. I couldn't do it."
"But not because you don't want to," I said without thinking.
"What?" Jake frowned.
"You still want my ass," I said, deciding to just say what was on my mind. "That's why you've been acting like this. That's why your head is so messed up. You're afraid of what it means if you fuck me."
"Ev..." Jake gasped, staring at me as if he was horrified but there was something in his eyes that told me I was right. I decided to push him because this could finally be happening.
"Tell me I'm wrong," I said, taking a step toward him.
"Please... don't..." Jake stammered, putting his hand out trying to keep me at a distance. He backed away from me slowly.
"Why?" I asked. "You want it. I want it. Stop fighting it. We can sort all this out right now."
"Ev... please..." Jake said again, this time in little more than a breath.
I felt like I was in a trance with everything I had ever wanted right in front of me. I moved closer still and he put his hands out to stop me, planting them in the middle of my chest. I thought he was going to push me away but he never did so I moved my own hands up so they were between his and knocked his arms away.
The second the gap was clear I closed the distance between us so we were almost touching. I could feel the heat rising from his body and his unmistakable scent filled my nose. I had never wanted him more.
I looked up into his brown eyes and could see that he was scared but he wasn't doing anything to stop me. I let my hand brush against his stomach. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. I leaned in a little bit further until my mouth was close to his ear.
"Fuck me."
Jake shuddered at my words and his eyes snapped open. He shoved me backwards hard enough to send me half way across the room but I managed to stay on my feet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he screamed. "I told you I'm not gay."
"Fucking a guy doesn't make you gay," I snapped back at him. "That's some macho bullshit excuse. I've never fucked a guy but I'm still gay because I'm attracted to men. If you like women now you'll still like women after you fuck me."
I didn't know where my words were coming from but I just couldn't stop them. I had wanted Jake for so long and suddenly hearing that he wanted me in whatever way it was, for however brief a moment, lit a fire inside me that I couldn't fight. I wanted him inside me so bad I had to try to make it happen.
"I'm not gonna fuck you," Jake protested.
I knew that things had gone so far now that our friendship would never be the same regardless of what happened. We would either become much closer or the distance that had started to grow between us would become permanent and we'd drift apart. I decided to go for broke. If I was going to lose Jake anyway I needed to take a chance.
I turned my back to him and unbuckled my pants, shoving them down to my ankles along with my boxers so my ass was exposed. When I heard a deep intake of breath I knew it was working so I bent over and put my hands on my knees, pointing my ass back at him. It might have been a stupid thing to do but I wanted him inside me so bad I just didn't care.
"Tell me you don't want this," I said, wiggling my ass.
"Fuck..." Jake muttered.
The next few seconds went by in complete silence. I had no idea what was going to happen. My heart was pounding so hard that my body shook with every beat of it.
Then he started to move. His footsteps grew louder and I knew he was coming towards me. I braced myself for the impact of his fists on me somewhere, knocking me to the floor so he could kick the shit out of me, but nothing happened. He stopped behind me.
I looked down between my legs, wondering what he was doing, and then he stepped in, pressing the front of his legs against the backs of mine. I gripped on to my knees so tight I was starting to hurt myself, my fingernails digging into my skin. His covered crotch rubbed up against my bare ass and I felt it. He was hard.
"Oh God..." I whispered.
Jake's hand landed on my waist, holding me close as he thrust his dick against me a couple of times. His other hand then slid up my back until it was in my hair, gripping it tight. He yanked my head back, making me gasp and rise up until my back was arched and my face was next to his. I looked sideways into his eyes.
"Is this what you want?" Jake growled. "You want my dick inside you?"
"Yes," I nodded.
He thrust hard against me. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I panted, pushing my ass back against him.
His hand left my hip and his grip on my hair loosened enough so I could turn around and stare into his big brown eyes. We did nothing but look at each other for a moment and then I leaned in, placing my mouth over his.
Jake moaned at the contact but he was reluctant to open his lips when I pressed my tongue against them. After a few seconds he relented and let me in. When my tongue touched his it sent a shiver through both of our bodies and suddenly we were making out, our tongues battling hard against each other.
I felt so lightheaded having Jake kiss me like that. It made the past week disappear and I didn't care about anything but him. Our tongues continued their dance as I ran my hands down his body and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock, which was still trapped in his pants.
I stroked him a few times through the material and then I moved my hands to unbutton his pants. I popped open the button and was pulling down the zipper when Jake's big hands landed on my bare ass, squeezing the cheeks hard. He moaned into my mouth and I felt him lifting me up. Never breaking the kiss I threw my arms around his neck and tried to wrap my legs around his waist but my pants were still around my ankles. It didn't matter. Jake carried me across the room and threw me down onto the sofa.
Looking up at him I saw that his eyes were kind of glazed over as he stared down at me. The front of his pants was open with his hard dick pitching a tent in his tight boxer briefs beneath. God his cock looked so big, straining against the light blue fabric that was growing darker with every second as he leaked more precum onto it. The pouch hugged him so tight the ridges around the head of his cock were clearly visible and if possible I saw the line of a big vein throbbing away even though it was covered up. My mouth watered just thinking about taking it back between my lips and getting to taste his amazing juices again.
With a growl, Jake pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside. His arms bulged in his t-shirt and I bit my lip, wanting to run my hands up and down them as he held himself above me and pounded down into my ass. I continued to admire him as he reached down and peeled the tight shirt off. I gasped at the beauty of his body as it was exposed.
His pecs were sculpted and round, perfectly symmetrical with a light dusting of dark hair that sank into the crevice between the muscles making them look even bigger than they were. His abs were tight, tensing with each breath and glistening with the slightest hint of sweat. The thin treasure trail that snaked its way between them, around his belly button and under the waistband of his boxers had my cock throbbing harder than it ever had before.
I wanted to reach up and pull him down on top of me or throw him down on his back so I could climb on top and worship his body. He was everything I could have wanted in a man and I wanted to lick every inch of him until he begged me to stop or flipped me over and fucked my brains out. I was so horny I almost didn't feel like myself. I felt like an animal with only one thought; breed.
No words were spoken as Jake reached down and pulled my shoes off, throwing them over his broad shoulders. Neither of us cared when they knocked something over, we were too far gone. He then grabbed my pants, which were still bunched around my ankles and almost ripped them off me, leaving me naked from the waist down.
I couldn't believe how he was taking control and all but dominated me into the position he wanted me in. It was so different from the night of my birthday when for the most part he just lay there and let me do what I wanted. For the first time I felt like maybe he really wanted this.
"Take your shirt off," he commanded, still staring down at me. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor as he moved in.
He lowered himself onto me and I spread my legs, letting him slide between them until we were face to face. He ground his still covered cock into my bare, exposed dick as it pulsated and leaked against his boxer briefs, looking down into my eyes as he thrust against me again and again.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice kind of husky.
"Oh God yes," I moaned, pushing my ass up to thrust back against him.
He stared down into my eyes. "This is wrong," he said, but he didn't stop pumping his hips against mine.
"Then why does it feel so good?" I asked.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Ev," Jake said, but again he didn't stop.
"Tell me you don't want to do it, Jake. Tell me you don't want to fuck me."
He closed his eyes and bit his lip, pulling his hips back from mine for the first time so our bodies weren't touching. When he opened his eyes he looked down at me and said, "I can't."
The second the words were out of his mouth his lips were on mine and he was kissing me again, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong back and held him close as we made out and he thrust against me again, picking up the pace until he was really humping against me while we kissed.
When we pulled apart, needing to breathe, Jake still had that glazed over look in his eyes. I wondered what was going through his mind but those thoughts quickly disappeared when he dipped his head down and started kissing along my neck, making my toes curl.
I ran my hand up his back and up into his hair, gripping it tight and holding him against me. I had never felt my whole body tingle the way it was now with Jake kissing me. Every part of me wanted him.
"Oh Jake," I moaned when his tongue flicked against my skin. "Fuck me."
He rose up from my neck, stared into my eyes and put his lips back on mine as he reached down and started to push his pants down.
Suddenly we heard a noise and broke the kiss. Jake looked down at me, searching for an answer in my eyes but I didn't have one. Then we heard it again. It was the door handle. My eyes went wide and Jake looked at me terrified as we heard the unmistakable sounds of keys in the lock.
"Ev? You in there? Why's the door locked?" It was Ryan, trying to get in.
"We know you're in there. Jake's car is still here." Now it was Emily speaking.
Jake jumped up off me and quickly fastened his pants. He looked around frantically until he found his shirt and pulled it on quicker than I have ever seen anyone get dressed.
I scrambled around, grabbing my shirt off the floor and pulling it over my head. I barely had my head around what was happening when my pants hit me in the face. Jake had thrown them to me and pleaded at me with his eyes to put them on, which I did as quickly as I could.
"Go in the kitchen," I managed to say to Jake as I ran to the front door, checking myself quickly to make sure I looked okay before I pulled back the lock and opened the door. "Sorry, bro, I didn't realize I flicked the lock on."
"That's alright," Ryan smiled. "We thought maybe you two were finally hooking up."
"I wish," I muttered, feeling my heart sink. The moment was ruined and I didn't know if I'd ever get another chance to be with Jake now.
We walked into the living room, heading toward the kitchen. "So what was going on?" Emily asked.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Well when Ry couldn't get in I looked through the window. You were both topless and Jake was on top of you."
I froze. Everything seemed to stop. All of the air in my lungs left at once. Oh shit.
The sound of the back door slamming brought me back to reality. When I could move again I ran the final few steps to the kitchen but it was empty.
"Jake?"
I went to the back door and threw it open, looking out toward the road just in time to see Jake jump into his car and speed off. Are you fucking kidding me? He ran AGAIN??
I closed my eyes, wanting to cry, and turned back to see Emily and Ryan looking at me.
"Ev..." Emily said. "What just happened?"
To Be Continued...