Page 6 of The Hookup Mix-up

If I can’t share orgasms with him tonight, at least we have this.

CHAPTER THREE

Theo

Perry is awesome!

I’m having so much fun with him tonight.

I somehow drink most of the beer I got for him, and then we start to dance. Every once in a while, he puts his hands on my hips, which I have to admit is a little strange. None of my friends dance with me like this, but I’m a touchy-feely guy too, so whatever.

I’m pretty sure we’re at it for close to an hour, my legs starting to feel numb and the alcohol making me giggly, when Perry says something to me.

“What?” I ask, unable to hear him.

Perry is taller than me. He leans in, face close to mine, chocolate-brown hair brushing against my temple, breath against my ear when he says, “I need some fresh air.”

Goose bumps run the length of my arms for no reason I can make sense of, but why would I want to make sense of anything right now? I just want to have fun. This party is exactly what I need after the disaster that was my date with Whit yesterday—getting broken up with and the truth bombs she dropped on me that I’m trying to pretend don’t exist.

Yes. I could use some fresh air too.

“Come on. Let’s go.” I take his wrist, but then somehow we end up with Perry’s hand in mine. I can’t really tell if I did it or if he did, but what’s the difference between a wrist and a hand? We’re just trying not to lose each other in the crowd. I’d do the same with Avery, Casey, or Jack.

Speaking of…why haven’t I seen my friends all night? Avery likely found a hookup, but I’m not sure about Jack or Casey. Maybe they’re giving me space because I’ve been a grumpy asshole to them since last night. I’ve yet to tell them that Whitney dumped my ass…

The thing is, I’m not as sad as I probably should be, not at losing my girlfriend, at least. I’m just annoyed about the circumstances and frustrated because of the things she said.

But I’m hanging out with my new friend Perry tonight, so I’m not going to worry about it. He doesn’t know me, doesn’t know I’m supposed to have a girlfriend or that I suck at school and that I’m scared I’m not good enough for college, that if I manage to graduate, I’ll suck at business and never make my parents proud.

I don’t want to think about that, though. Not when I’m drunk and hanging out with Perry. “Perry, Perry Bo Berry,” I sing. “You have the perfect name for that song.”

“You’re a dork.” He nudges me playfully.

“I know, but why does that have to be a bad thing?”

“It’s not a bad thing. You’re cute as fuck.”

My foot gets caught on the edge of a rug, and I almost fall. Perry is so friendly. “Do you like polos?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. I hate them. Let’s go.”

I take Perry out the back door. There are people there too, but I lead him to this path that goes around the shed—which we turned into a secret smoke room. I don’t know why we need a secret smoke room, considering pot is legal and we do it in the house, but just putting the word secret in front of something makes it that much cooler. It’s also good to have somewhere to go if people are over whom we don’t smoke around.

“Trying to get me alone?” Perry asks.

“Yes.” I definitely don’t want to share my weed with everyone.

“Um…I’m not sure tonight is a good time.”

“You don’t like to smoke?” I stop and turn to him. He has a small frown on his lips.

“Oh, I thought… Yeah, fuck yeah. I’m down to smoke.”

I nod and smile at him. “Come on, Perry in Shining Armor.”

He laughs. “You’re so fucking drunk.”

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