Dawson
Warped voices echoed in my head as consciousness crept in slowly. I fought to stay in the dark where painful reality couldn’t reach me, but it was useless.
“You think he’s dead? He looks dead.”
“We could always check his pulse. We just jam our finger against his neck, right? Or is it the wrist?
“Oh! I see him breathing! Nate, wake him up. Go sit on his face or something.”
“If he’s still into ‘experimenting’, he might get a kick out of that.”
“You’re right, I forgot about that! Whoo! Another one for the butt club!”
“Sweet Jesus, we arenotcalling ourselves that, Fin. It’s too early for this shit. Restrain yourself.”
“Ooo, kinky. You do it for me, Daddy. Rhys tells me you’re so good when you’re rough. Now, is anyone gonna wake him so we can eat pancakes?”
“Oh for the love of…never send men to do a lady’s job. Move over, morons.”
“Wow! So rude…”
Fuck, I think I might prefer being dead.
There was a swish of fabric and light pierced through the slits in my eyes. I squinted against the harsh glare, grumbling my displeasure. Fuzzy forms of my friends were scattered near my door, coming into focus as the last of my sleep faded.
“You assholes are the worst, you know that?” I growled, rubbing at my eyes and trying to ignore the soft pounding in my temple.
Fin gasped loudly and Nate protested, but the others seemed unfazed. Bash, Cal, and Aly just stood there looking amused and their smirks were kindling to my already horrible mood.
“Whatever, just get out. What the hell are y’all even doing here this early?” Their smirks fell into varying looks of worry and hurt.
“Woah…sorry, D. We didn’t mean to bug you,” Bash said sheepishly. “We all planned to crash here last night, remember? Micah and Rhys are downstairs making breakfast for all of us.”
Guilt turned my stomach and I felt like a huge dick. I wasn’t normally like this, but after last night…
Damn it,no. I wasn’t thinking about that. I didn’t want to think about him ever again.
Good luck with that one, you pathetic bastard.
“Oh, right.” I tried to focus on my friends and not what a shit show last night had ended up being. “Shit, I’m sorry for being an ass. I had a bit of a rough night.”
Aly’s inquisitive stare felt hot on the side of my face, but I ignored her as best I could while I got out of bed and trudged into my bathroom. I was still in last night’s sweaty, wrinkled clothes and it hurt like a bitch to remove my contacts since my eyes were so gritty and swollen from crying myself to sleep. God, I was a mess.
I lumbered over to my dresser to pull out some fresh clothing, ignoring the five pairs of eyes that were tracking my every move. I started to pull my shirt off, but paused and turnedto glare at my friends who continued to stand there watching me.
“Usually I charge for the show, so either cough up twenty bucks or get out so I can change,” I grumbled.
“I’ve got a five!” Fin piped up. “You guys got any cash on you?”
“Alright, you horny mess, let’s get some food in that mouth so nothing else comes out of it,” Aly snickered as she shoved him out of my room and down the hall.
“Hey, everyone in this house appreciates a yummy-ass man. I was doing us all a favor!”
“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Hayes,” Cal smacked his lips in mock disapproval.
“That I should change the locks?”
“No, that you should start charging more,” he replied, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Twenty bucks is chump change. People are gonna start thinking you’re Zach Galifianakis under there. I mean, no judgment if you’ve gone soft, QB. I know it’s not as easy for you gridiron boys to stay hot and in shape like we do in lacrosse.”
