Mia and I look at one another for the amount of time it takes to have a panic attack, existential crisis, and guilt trip all in one go (approximately half a second), then move into action. She leaps off my dick and throws herself down the hall into her bedroom, slamming the door. I do a last second scan of the living room, sweeping up all our clothes and sprinting into my bedroom. I manage to slam my door shut as I hear our front door open.
“Elias?” Leo calls out. I hear footsteps walking towards my room.
I throw on a pair of boxers, tucking my rapidly shrinking erection into the waistband, just in case. I pull on a pair of shorts, smooth my hands through my hair, probably making it super poofy, and open my door.
“Hey,” I say hoarsely. I clear my throat. “Hey,” I try again.
He raises an eyebrow. “Hey, man.”
“‘Sup?” I cringe at my lameness.
He chuckles. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing?” It comes out as a question.
“Okay. Well, I brought you and Meems lunch.” He lifts a plastic bag. “I texted both of you, but no one answered.”
I have no idea where my phone is. I think Mia’s is in the pile of clothing I scooped up from the living room, currently on the floor next to my bed. “Wow.” I squeeze it out, like I’m constipated. “Thanks.”
He looks at my neck, which I know has an old mark from Mia. He looks at my shoulders, which likely have deep gouges on them, from just two minutes ago. Also from Mia. He peeks around me and sees Mia’s clothes on my floor. He grins. “Big night last night?”
I thank all the powers that be that Mia was wearing a nondescript black t-shirt and not that bright red, very easily identifiable Princeton Soccer hoodie she always wears from when we were kids. “Huge,” I reply.
“Is there a new card-carrying member of the Blonde Brigade?” he grins.
This is an extremely irritating comment that I’m tired of hearing about. Seriously? “How do you know it’s not someone I’m seeing regularly?”
He barks a laugh. “Because you’re you.”
Christ. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He rolls his eyes. “Please. Besides, even if you were seeing someone regularly, I’d know.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?”
“Because I’m your best friend, idiot,” he says, slapping me on the side of the head. “You wouldn’t keep that shit from me.”
My stomach drops. Feels like it gets ripped down by the Hook of Bad Best Friends.
“Breaking blonde hearts all over the city,” he jokes.
I don’t, though. Would never. Especially not Mia’s. But…I start a bit, remembering the incident with my phone photos.Oh wait. You did. Because you’re a real asshole.
“Where’s Meems?”
“I don’t know. Why would I know?” I demand to know.
He frowns. “Because you live with her?”
“But it’s not like I spend every single second of the day with her,” I half-shout, regardless of the fact that I do.
“The fuck?—”
“Hey, Leo,” Mia says from behind him.
The second he turns around, I let myself freak out. I’m immediately hit with what a close call that was. How wrong this all is. Her neck is covered in makeup again. Her eyes darken when they see my shoulders. Fuck. This is not okay. Mayday.
“Hey, Meems,” Leo says. “I brought you guys lunch.”
