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Every Step You Take pt. 3
Without any verbal exchange he climbs off and stumbles for a second. I laugh and throw my muscle shirt at him after wiping my self off. He goes to my bathroom to get a shower. Then I feel something vibrate on the couch. I get up to see what the hell it was and it was my phone.
Here's the scary part. Jim called, and somehow we answered it, and he's still on the line.
"SHIT! THINK! SHIT! THINK! SHIT!"
It was all I could say. Those two words back to back. After contemplating for a few seconds I put my balls on and say something. I might as well face him now over the phone because God knows this will be awkward tomorrow when I see him first thing in the morning. Great way to fuck over a good Wednesday. I raise the phone to my ear and open my mouth to say something.
Still nothing. I look at the screen and realize the mic is on silent. SAVE! I tap the mic button and say something, felling a little better.
"Hey what's up?"
"Nothing, what's wrong with your phone?"
"What do you mean?"
"I heard some bumping and then it went silent, I was just about to hang up.."
I check my screen again. The timer said 3 minutes. Another save.
"Yeah Jim, my bad, you know how iPhone's are." I was totally lying through my teeth.
"Yeah I know. So umm.. Guess what Jules!" He sounds a little excited. Take the bate, I guess.
"I have your sunglasses!"
I pause for a second. That fucker has my glasses? How did he.. but… So did he swipe them off of me on the bus? That slick twat waffle!
"Jim, how did you get my glasses?"
Another brief pause. Wonder what lie he was trying to conjure up on his end.
"Jules, I uhm.. Yeah. Can I drop them off?"
"I guess so. You don't know where I live."
"That's fine, what's your address?"
Truth is, I did NOT want him at my house. Not yet anyways. Maybe next week. Or the week after.
"I asked you first!"
"Where do you live Jim?"
"Oracle and District…."
I already knew that. It's on his Facebook. Who posts their address on Facebook? For a cute guy he sure is ballsy.
"Jim, hun, you live over 20 miles away from me. You're in the mountains and I'm over here on Park."
" I know but.." He sighs. Awh. Poor kid. I almost give in.
"Just bring them tomorrow when I see you in class, mmkayy?"
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
I hang up and turn my phone off. That was too risky. Realizing I'm completely nude and getting cold, I find my basketball shorts and slip them on. I start picking up Jay's clothes and folding them up. As I pick his pants up, his phone falls out and hits my foot. No pain, but what the hell? It's a G1. Really? A G1? Hot mess.
I pick it up and throw it in his bag. I would go through it, but I'm too cool for that. Wonder what's taking him so long in the shower?
Soon after I finish cleaning up the living room, I speed walk to my room and close my door. I can still hear my shower running, so I open my bathroom door and peak in. He's still showering. God he's so cute. I look down at the tent forming in my pants and squeeze it. I get so wrapped up in my own thoughts I don't hear the water stop nor do I see him get out and towel himself off right in front of me.
"Jules, bro, having fun?"
I snap out of it. SHIT! How long was he standing there watching me feel myself up? I blush a little and smile.
"Jules, you still like me don't you?" No, not really. I look him in his eyes. He's hot, that's it.
"Nope, I just think you're attractive."
"3 years and I guess you don't feel anything for me.. impossible."
Come on now man, don't ruin the vibe. You standing here in just a towel could make for a hot scene.
"Jay, stop." I didn't want to admit it, I still might have some lingering feelings for him.
"Jules, you stop. Stop acting like you don't want this." When did he move in closer to me? He smells like Irish Spring and it's turning me on again. Fuck that, he's not coming in my house and seducing me like I'm some horny school girl.
I back up against the door, making it close. He slowly comes closer and goes in for a kiss. I move to the side and lightly push him. He barely falls into the door before regaining is balance.
"Jules you're an ass."
"Thank you! I try!"
"If that's really how you feel I can go.."
"Then I'm going!" He gets a little louder.
"Then I'm gone!"
We both know he wanted to stay. But really, he had to go. I have an essay to write and a foreign film to watch. It's already 11. Jay hugs me one more time and leaves the bathroom.
I sigh and follow him out. I'm paranoid about people being in my house. I watch him get dressed in the living room. He was taking his time because he knew I was watching. I hand him is bag and he's out of the door. I follow him out so I can lock the front gate.
He opens the door to his Delorean and slides in. Bastard. He found that car last year while we were hiking and went through the whole process of getting it put in his name and all that jazz. He knew how bad I needed a car, but he kept it. His parents make a six figure check EACH. They could of bought him a car. Whatever.
I was feeling pings of jealousy throughout my body as I locked the gate and watched him drive off. Something felt off though Something felt really off. Like he was going to be in trouble tonight. Oh well, I need a shower.
It's Thursday and here we go with Writing 101. We never do anything in this class. Ever. I sat down in a desk next to the door and sipped on my Arizona tea. I pull my beanie down a little and relax. Class starts 10 after, so everyone in this class comes EXACTLY when class is supposed to start. Even the instructor. I hate people like that. Not my place to judge though. It's college, not high school. I've always made it a habit to be at least 10 minutes early to all my classes.
After a few minutes of sitting alone in the classroom people suddenly start funneling in. Then I see Jim. As always, he's so damn editable, wearing a Hershey Chocolate shirt that hugged every muscle above his waist and a pair of black Dickies shorts and some flip flops. I dislike feet with a passion but for a guy, he keeps his feet looking good. I suspect he gets mani's and pedi's.
I wave him over and he sits in the desk next to me. This is a first. Most of the people in class look at us with questioning looks on their faces. These people like me, don't get me wrong, but this is the first time they've ever seen me talk to Jim, even though we only have a few weeks left in the semester before the summer break.
We start talking about high school and stuff before the instructor comes in. Nothing to special about him other than he was your typical popular guy, his parents are loaded and he never had any real friends because of that. I've heard this before somewhere.
Cool story bro.
After the instructor dismisses us, I ask if he has another class. We both have another class, but we both have a hour before they start. So we go down to the cafeteria and watch some TV.
I sit down at the table before he does and he pulls his chair close to me and has a seat. I look over at him and smile. This was getting weird. Somebody better explain something soon. I look around. "Kind of empty today," I think to myself. He looks at me and says "Yeah it is".
Did I say that out loud? No. Hell no. What the hell?
"Jim, what are you talking about?"
"Huh? Didn't you say it's empty today?"
"Yeah you did you lying bitch!" He laughs and punches me in the arm. I smile at him but tense up.
"Jules calm down." I immediately relax. This guy is…. yeah.
We sit there for a half hour watching the college campus channel. Good stuff. It's like old school MTV.
I check the time and he looks over at me. He opens his mouth but doesn't say thing. Weird.
"Supp." He looked back at the TV.
"Why are you talking to me suddenly?"
" I have my reasons."
" Like what.." he better come on out with it before I get up and go.
"I just think you're cool." Cool? COOL? I'll settle for cool.
"Does it matter?" He's still looking at the TV. Come on man.
"Yeah it matters. It doesn't bother you that I'm gay?"
"Nope, and I know you like me."
Hold on, what? He knows? This shit just got juicy.
"Jim, hun, what the fuck do you know?"
"I know you like me…" He grins, but he's still looking at the fucking TV.
"And you're okay with that? What about your girlfriend?"
"It's all good bro." I'm lost now.
"It's cool. You're gay and you like me. It's alright. We can be friends."
This is too much for me. I get up to go before he grabs my arm and pulls me back down.
"Jules.. Uh.. I still have your glasses". He goes in his bag and hands them to me.
"Thanks.." I know I'm being awkward now.
"Guess what else I know." I sit down, I have to hear this one.
"Craigslist." He grins again, this time finally looking at me. I slump in my chair.
"Jim… It's not what you think."
"You don't remember me do you.."
"What do you mean??" I feel my heart pumping a little faster and my breathing becomes quicker.
"We hooked up last summer… twice."
I study him for a second and it slaps me right in the titty. YEAH! We did.. Fuck! I clear my throat and think about what to say next.
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