or maybe mom yelled at him, he’s sensitive like that lol
Bear
lol probably
I put my phone in my lap and stare back out the window. I don’t risk looking over at Aaron to see if he’s still mad. I know he is. I made him this way, after all. When thinking of what Felix and I should bet on, this sweet revenge came to me so clearly.
Angel ended up being cousins with Kayla’s best friend—something we found out before his date when we Instagram stalked Kayla so I could see more about her. We saw the three of them in a picture and one rabbit hole later… We know how Angel ended up at a Lancaster party. I asked Felix to get me her number so I could apologize for never finding her and for Aaron’s attitude, but since I didn’t give him the reason and he didn’t want to ask Kayla right before a date, he told me no.
Now, I have no intentions of ever using that number. Not only am I in no headspace to have an intimate relationship, whether it’s just sex or not, but I also have no interest inher. Not Drunk Benjamin isn’t attracted to the dumb blonde act. I also no longer feel the need to apologize. I’m sure she forgot about me five minutes after going downstairs and I didn’t owe her anything.
Simple as that.
But Aaron—he doesn’t need to know any of this. I want him to think I’m interested. That I’ve been trying to find her, seeking her out. I want him to think I’ve been mulling over that night in the bathroom since she walked out. That instead of thinking about his mouth on mine and his fingers thrusting inside of me, I’ve been obsessing over Angel’s moans and her big blue eyes. The taste of her mouth. And now he knows I’m about to get what I want. With this plan, maybe he’ll feel the pain I do.
I feel like a fucking idiot. All this is going to do is piss off his possessive, control freak, animal instincts. He doesn’twantme. He wants to own me so that no one else can. I can still hear his voice when he so blatantly told me so.
“Baby, you’re so close to being so fucked. So close to never being allowed to be touched by anyone else ever again. If you ever let me fuck you, if you ever put my dick in your ass, I won’t be able to take it. I think I’d kill anyone whotouches you. That’s why—that’s why I won’t fuck you. But oh God, I want to fuck you. Benjamin, baby, I really want to fuck you.”
I feel sick, physically nauseous. He’s sitting right there, only a few feet away. Aaron’s fucking evil. How can he say those things to me and then walk away? How can he say that, touch every fucking inch of my body, and then tell me we won’t work? God, I think I’m going to throw up.
The heat from his body is practically seeping into mine from the proximity. I dig my nails into the bandages on my wrist, watching the brown fabric darken.
“Oh, speaking of Angel. Would it be weird to ask them to do a double date thing? If you win, of course.” Felix asks after a few minutes of silence. Having not a single clue what’s happened between me and his brother, he has no idea the fire he’s playing with.
“No, it wouldn’t be weird.” I never look away from the window.
The rest of the drive is spent telling Aaron the story we’ve made to cover up my dad's abuse. Well, it’s spent with Felix telling him. I sit in the back seat and look out the window in perfect silence.
The plan is simple. When people notice—because they will—I’ll tell them that Felix and I drove out to West Brooke on Sunday to go to the new anime cafe they recently opened. When we were getting gas right on the outskirts of the city, some super scary looking guy tried to mug us. Luckily, Felix was still in the car, so I was the only one who got hurt. In the end we came out as the winners of the unfortunate situation—the mugger was unable to steal anything from us. A pretty convincing, story if I do say so myself.
The only person we can’t tell this super realistic cover-up story to is Kayla, as her and Felix FaceTimed throughout the morning on Sunday while he waited for me to come home. I had Felix call her and tell her I had shit to deal with and I had concoctedsomething so I didn’t have to blast my information and ask if she’d go with it. Kayla agreed and didn’t ask what ‘shit’ I was dealing with. I like Kayla.
???
I get plenty of questions throughout the day. All about the obvious marks—like my eye, my arms, my collarbone. I could have worn a long sleeve turtleneck but then I would have died of heatstroke. Everyone seems to believe the mugging story pretty well. Drew seemed pretty concerned for me, even going as far as dragging his fingers over the bruise on my collarbone and asking,
“How bad is it? Benjamin, does it hurt when I do this?” I just laughed and shook my head.
“No, that doesn’t hurt.” And Drew just smiled.
Now Felix, Drew, and I are in Felix’s bedroom getting our swim trunks and towels out.
“Ugh, Aaron keeps stealing all the pool towels.” Fe says as he stares into the linen closet in the bathroom. He has the bathroom door wide open. I’m looking inside at him in just my briefs and a handful of bandages littered obscurely, about ready to change into my trunks. Drew is somewhere behind me, presumably changing as well. “Bub! Give me a pool towel!” Felix yells.
“Hold.” Aaron says from the other side of the door. A couple of seconds later it opens and there stands Aaron with a towel in hand. “Here is…” He looks at me, a face of shock for all of three seconds before his eyes settle on something behind me and the dirtiest glare I’ve ever seen on his face appears.
“Thanks!” Felix says, grabbing the towel and going back to his room.
I’m turning away, grabbing the handle to shut the door when Aaron speaks again.
“Hey, shouldn’t you be changing in the bathroom if you’re getting completely nude?” He asks. In his voice there's a hint of a warning. The side of me that gets off on his praise and on his punishments, being a brat and listening to his every word, is suddenly wide awake.
Today, being a brat and earning my punishments seems to be my provocation. I turn and look over my shoulder, looking him up and down. He’s still locked in place, right where he was when he first saw what I’m assuming was Drew by how he’s acting. His jaw is clenched and his knuckles are turning white where he’s gripping the doorknob. He’s looking at me with such a clear command.
He’s giving me those intense, devouring eyes and they’re telling me, ‘You do not get naked in front of other men. Change here. Shut the door. Be a good boy’like I'm supposed to listen. God, why do I kind of want to listen? To see him smile all proud and affectionate? Fuck, this is part of his tactic, isn’t it?!
“Don’t worry, Aaron—we’re all boys.” I grin, feeling my dimples cave so hard it hurts. This feels phenomenal. The color draining from his face, the wide eyes, the harsh swallow. I give him a wink and shut the door behind me.
