“Be gentle with that one, James.” Jackson looked at him seriously, almost disheartened when he pointed out the baggie of pills his friend was playing with.
“Go get me a blunt for when I get back,” James snapped.
I didn’t want to stand there begging for him to notice me. There wasn’t a trace of Marvin and the girls. We were alone.
“So your little friend abandoned you, huh.”
My comment caught Jackson’s attention as he put a vape pen behind his ear and stood up.
“Jealous, Blaze?”
“Of you? When you’re in love with someone who only sees you as a friend? No, I’m not jealous.”
Jackson grabbed my collar and lifted me up. I was an inch away from his face.
“Don’t you dare say something like that ever again.”
“It’s true,” I hissed.
“Shut up, Blaze,” he huffed.
Jackson must’ve really been wasted, because we soon ended up mouth to mouth and even though he glared at me, I felt his body react to how close I was.
“Come with me,” he snarled.
He abruptly left me, and I fell on the couch like deadweight. He motioned for me to follow him as he walked away, and I couldn’t argue with him anymore.
Without even realizing it, I found myself in Will’s bedroom. I looked around at his room. It was so bare and sterile that it seemed like a storage closet. I noticed his full bed, a love seat, and a TV mounted on the wall.
My room, in contrast, looked like a war zone: books, comics, and clothes thrown everywhere.
“I’m gonna say this only once. Don’t get any ideas, and most of all, if you go around telling anyone about James and me . . .”
“Do you have the balls to deny it? You can’t control yourself around him.”
“You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
He wouldn’t admit to feeling attracted to me, the principal’s son and the butt of the whole football team’s jokes, but I could understand that. But why deny the obvious? He was clearly crazy about James.
“How many times have you jacked off thinking about him?” I prodded.
“None of your fucking business. I’m not in love with him or anyone else.”
“Yeah, right,” I retorted sarcastically.
“I’m not like you,” he insisted, curling his upper lip. I ignored his phony disgusted expression.
“Oh yeah?”
I pushed my hips forward into the crotch of his pants to brush against his hidden hardness, drawing a moan out of him.
Jackson answered by grabbing my sides and whirling me around to face the door. He pushed his body into mine and tasted my neck with languid kisses.
“You’re drunk, Jax,” I groaned, repressing my instinct to throw my head back further to enjoy the sensation.
“I’m always drunk when I look for you. Didn’t you realize that?”
“Why can’t you stop being an asshole for once?”
