“Motherfucker,” she curses, coughing as she chokes on her scorching coffee. “Wait a damn second. In the span of two days, you saw the guy you’ve been crushing on since forever,andyou slept with him? How the fuck did you manage that?”
“I know! And that’s not everything,” I groan, pulling on my hair and falling back on her couch. “I feel so stupid, but I’m also so damn happy. Liv, you don’t get it. Things couldn’t be better than they are right now. No, they could actually since we’re not yet together, but I’m grateful for what I have now.”
I glance at her black nirvana shirt that she wears as pajamas and the way she never bothers to wear pants. “He agreed to have dinner with me–after I kinda begged him to–and I may have gotten a bit too excited. You know how crazy I am about him.”
“You mean, your dick said hi?” She snickers, sitting down on a nearby wooden chair. Clothes are piled up on the back of it and make me wonder how long she’s left them rotting there. “And here I thought you’d never get it up for another man. So what are you exactly? Clearly not asexual since your sausage gave a standing ovation for him. Demisexual then?”
“I’ve only ever gotten aroused because of Aoi.”
“Yeah, figures. So you’re demisexual. Congrats on your coming out, dude.”
“You owe me a cake.”
She raises a brow and gives me the middle finger. “You wish. Get one yourself, Mr. Moneybags.”
“Fuck you.” I pull at the roots of my hair and groan exasperatedly. “The thing is I’m ninety-nine percent sure he saw it because it happened twice. Twice Liv! The first was because he flirted with me and touched my wrist. That’s just mortifying.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re being so dramatic.”
“What if he changed his mind overnight?” I whine, covering my face with my hands. “He rejected me at first, but I practically begged him to give me a chance.”
“So what? He didn’t back out after seeing your lightsaber. That can only mean two things.” She pauses, lighting up a cigarette. “He’s seen so many boners that he’s unfazed.” She takes a drag and puffs it out, letting it stink up the place. “Or he’s interested in you, so yourlittle sausage greeting didn’t bother him. He literally agreed to have dinner with you in the end, so why are you stressing like that?”
I push myself off the couch and open a window. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem to dislike me, that’s true, but to say he’s interested? I don’t know. Maybe he was just being nice. I found out he sleeps around a lot. He might just want to fuck me and be done with it.”
“I’m surprised you’d say that about Aoi.”
I stare at her. “It’s true, though. He might not be that interested and only sees me as a potential fuck. He thought that about me, too.”
She takes a long drag of her cigarette and blows it out. “At least he wants to fuck you. Seems like a good beginning to me. Better than to be fully rejected.”
“I guess. But you know it’s not enough,” I mumble. “Also, remember Aiden? Well, he started showing interest in him, which means I’m gonna have to compete against him for Aoi’s heart. I don’t know how to, especially ‘cause he’s a fucking catch. I’m doomed.”
I pace around the room then come to an abrupt stop as the front door swings open. Olivia’s roommate, Nick, waltzes in with a bunch of grocery bags. “Mind giving me a hand?”
She huffs and lowers the cigarette in her ashtray before joining him in the kitchen. “Nah, Visha you’re too hard on yourself. You’ve got to raise your self-worth. I seriously think that if he didn’t like you, he would’ve turned you down.” She pushes past Nick. “Also, what the hell do you mean Aiden is interested in him? How’d that happen?”
“Long story short, I found him buzzing around Aoi and when I asked him about it, he admitted to liking him.”
“Right, but how do they know each other in the first place?”
I grumble and slide a hand through my hair. “They slept together.”
She winces. “Damn, that’s a shitty situation. I didn’t think he’d be into men. Isn’t he straight?”
“That’s what I thought, too.”
Nick glances between us, unaware of the context, yet he says, “So the guy you like hooked up with another guy, and now you’re moping?”
“It’s not that simple,” I argue. “He’s never been like that. That’s why everything is so much more complicated. How am I supposed to compete with Aiden fucking Morgan?”
“The actor?” he asks, surprised.
Olivia and I both nod.
“Keep it to yourself though,” she warns. “We don’t want to harm his reputation by spreading rumors that are none of our business.”
Nick nods. “No worries. I don’t care enough about celebrities and shit.”
