Page 22 of Vile Boys

What was that?

I get up from my bed and stare wide-eyed at the window.

Is there … someone out there?

Swallowing, I walk up to the window and shove it open wide, but I don’t see anyone out there in the dark. Only one streetlight is on, but I don’t see anyone walking around. Maybe it was the wind blowing off some twigs from the trees around the house. Yes, that must’ve been it.

My eyes travel down to the fire escape next to my window to find a few translucent droplets on the railing, and I rub it off, rubbing the droplets between my fingers.

I look up at the sky, searching for clouds, but there are none.

Weird.

I grab the window and shut it again, but my fingers are almost glued to the windowsill, my pupils dilating.

From the top edge of the window outside, a translucent whitish liquid slowly drips down.

I swallow as my hands begin to shake when I turn them aroundand look at the droplets on my fingers.

Sticky white glue.

I bring them to my nose and smell a familiar scent.

My eyes widen.

Oh God.

It’s cum.

BLAINE

“So … you’re late,” I mumble as Caleb stumbles into the Tartarus House and chucks his white mask aside.

Closing my book, I toss it onto the table next to me and get up, yawning. “How was it?”

“What?” he mutters, confused.

“The party,” I add, just as confused. “The one we just attended?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he mutters.

My eyes narrow, and I fold my arms. “You don’t know?”

“Yeah. Boring. Fine. What do you want to hear?”

I tilt my head at him. “You know …” I tap my cheek to hide the decrepit smile on my face. “I was there too, in case you forgot. You guys kind of left me there all by myself.”

“Right. You know, I did forget. Sorry.” Caleb shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“You sound awfully distracted,” I reply.

“And you were awfully busy sexing up some people upstairs, weren’t you?”

Cheeky little bastard. “I do what I do best. You know that.”

“So do I,” he retorts, making his way to the kitchen. “Are thereleftovers? I’m famished.”

“Arlo left some egg sandwiches in the fridge from his trip to the store,” I say as I follow him inside.

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