DAVIS
It’s dark in my room.
The blackout curtains are drawn, shielding me from the morning light. I hate when it’s bright out, and I hate that I love this darkness. When it’s dark, people can’t see anything. They can’t see what’s right in front of them.
I learned a long time ago that you don’t actually have to be happy to make people think you are.
I used to play a game when I was a kid, where I would stand in my bathroom at night and see how fast I could switch on a smile. Tears would be running, and the most painful expression would be on my face, but as soon as I switched that light on and off… I would be a smiling, happy, perfect kid.
Eventually, I got really good at it.
I got so good, in fact, that I was able to hide everything from my mom after dad left. She was already so sad that he was gone, I couldn’t bear to make it worse by forcing her to watch me struggle.
Doing it in front of my mom made it easier to do in front of other people, and now there’s not a single person who knows my deep, dark secret besides my mother.
She used to say I was given beauty to mask the pain, with pitch black hair that lay in messy waves, and bright green eyes that stare back at me with nothing when I look in the mirror. No feeling, no life. I look like her in every way, you’d never know I also came fromhim.
The girl from last night yawns, and she shuffles in my bed for a moment before I feel her hand wrap around my waist. “Good morning.” Her voice is just as seductive as it was last night when she whispered nasty things in my ear and had me rocking a hard-on in the middle of my damn living room.
The light-switch flips in my head, and I turn to look at her, “well hello,” I grin.
She makes quick work of jumping on top of me and grinding herself on my cock, forcing a groan to rumble in my chest. Her soft, full lips come down on mine before I have the chance to think.
“You didn’t let me taste you last night,” she whispers, nipping at my ear. “I wanted you down my throat so badly.”
If I wasn’t hard before, I definitely am now.
She bites down on the base of my neck, quickly soothing the spot with her tongue while I have the same internal battle as always.
Don’t get me wrong, the thought of her taking me in her mouth and sucking me off first thing in the morning is appealing as fuck. I’m a single guy in college, I think with my cock and only my cock, I’m not ashamed of my sexuality one bit… but after partying it up last night, my social battery is tapped out. The thought of having to portray my fun self for even a second longer makes my head hurt. I want some time alone before I have to build the walls back up and face the day.
Before I have to face my friends.
It’s not that I think they wouldn’t be supportive if they knew, they’re some of the best guys I know, but I can’t help the feeling that claws at my chest when I think about the look people give me any time they find out.
The look that says ‘I’m gonna view you in a very different way now’.
“As appealing as that is,” I say, a hard edge to my voice that I don’t mean to have, “you really should get going.”
She sits up, hands planted on my chest. Those pretty pink lips of hers are tinted red from all the sucking, and they’re pulled into a tight frown. “Are you telling me no?” She scoffs, “no one ever tells me no.”
And the hard-on’s dead.
I don’t like cocky girls, they piss me off. Confidence is one thing, when a girl is confident in herself, it can be the sexiest thing ever, but the moment a girl acts like she’s better than everyone else… I’m running in the opposite direction.
Getting laid isn’t a problem. Finding a girl who might actually make me happy?That’sthe problem.
Unfortunately for me, I fell head over heels the very first day at this fucking school. One look at Sasha Price and I was a dead man, condemned to trying to fuck her out of my head and failing miserably.
The crowd around me buzzes with excitement. Students pack their things into giant bins and wheel them into the dorms, give tearful goodbyes to loved ones, and run around trying tofind their friends… all while I stand here like an idiot with no clue where to go.
I got a message from someone on the hockey team, and the only reason why I know they’re from the hockey team is because I checked the email list to confirm.
Getting kidnapped on my first day of freedom isn’t exactly ideal.
They told me to meet them in the quad after I get settled in, but I messaged them a half hour ago and I still don’t see them anywhere.
I feel like an idiot. What if this is some sort of hazing ritual and I’m the sucker who actually fell for it?
