Page 3 of Resist Me

I closed my locker with enough force to make the entire row shudder. Slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder, I left through the side door. I didn’t look toward the field to see if they were still practicing. Hopefully, they’d realize I was in a mood and not give me shit for it tomorrow. That was unlikely with our final game so close, but if I had to run laps as punishment for a mental health moment, I’d take it.

Maybe I needed to start practicing some sort of self-care. Currently, I made myself feel better with food and inserting myself into everyone else’s problems. I loved both of those things, but they could only get me so far.

When I reached Marshall Hall, I didn’t go to my room on the first floor. I took the stairs up two levels, walked down the hall, then hung a left. I pulled out a key, which Kai may or may not know that I had, and unlocked his door. Thankfully, the room was empty. Kai was still at practice, but there was always a chance that his boyfriend, Sen, would be chilling in here naked or something. Those two humped like rabbits. It was a wonder Sen could walk straight.

Kai always kept his car key on top of the mini fridge by the door, but it wasn’t there this time. I checked his nightstand but just foundlube and some toys I really didn’t want to look at in the drawer. Heading over to his dresser, I started rummaging inside of it.

“What are you doing?”

“Jesus,” I gasped, putting a hand over my chest. “Don’t scare me like that.”

Sen stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was stern, but he didn’t have an intimidating presence. With his athletic build, maybe he could throw a punch, but I kinda doubted it. He was a little over six feet tall with blonde hair and honey brown eyes. He had the boy-next-door vibe if you sprinkled in a bunch of conversion therapy trauma and bigoted parents.

“I’m looking for Kai,” I said.

“In the dresser?”

“He sent me to find his keys.”

“Did he? I think he would’ve told you where to find them.”

“Must’ve slipped his mind that he switched up their hiding spot.”

“Maybe that’s because you stole his car and drove to Colorado with a suspended license.”

I clicked my tongue and rocked back on my heels. “To save you, though. That counts for something.”

Breathing a laugh, he shook his head. “Why do you need the keys?”

“I just need to clear my head.”

“A walk can do wonders.”

“It’s not the same. Come on, Sen. We’re pals. I took two punches from your dad to defend you.”

He pulled his lip between his teeth. When his eyes darted toward the small desk, I smiled and headed over to it.

“West, no.”

Taking the keys from the drawer, I hooked my finger through the ring. Sen stood firmly in front of the door with a challenging look on his face.

“He’s gonna kill you. And me.”

I snorted. “I’m not scared of Kai. Besides, he knows I’m unstoppable. He’d never hurt you, so move aside.”

He muttered a curse and did as I said. On my way out, I booped his nose. I took the back exit just in case Kai was on his way back.This was one of those things I didn’t want to get caught for until I was done because he actually did have a chance of stopping me.

I got into his black sedan and quickly pulled out of the lot. Looking at my phone, I once again wondered how bad of an idea this was. I hit the call button and put it on speaker. Every ring made my stomach feel more questionable.

“Weston,” my dad answered. Flat. Monotone.

“I have a college fund, right?”

He huffed like I was the biggest nuisance on the planet. “Yeah, but you can’t touch it until you’re twenty-one.”

“That sort of defeats the purpose.”

“It keeps you from making dumb decisions, just like I assume you’re trying to do right now. Let me guess. You’re mixed up in drugs already.”

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