Page 28 of Beau Pair
Beau
“Oh. My. God! Will you stop moping already? It’s been three days. Three fucking days. Relax,” Zoe admonishes me for the hundredth time while we make a stop at Pretzel Life and get ourselves cinnamon pretzels, cola, and peanuts.
“I’ll stop if you don’t commit that monstrosity,” I tell her when she grabs the bag of peanuts and tears it to pour them in her cola.
“Come on. It’s good,” she giggles.
I don’t.
“First of all, you’re gonna make a mess, so take a fucking sip first. Second of all, peanuts and colaisa monstrosity. No two ways about it.”
Does she listen to me? No.
Does she make a mess? Yes.
“Dolly loves it, and you know what? It’s actually quite nice,” she says, and we sit down on one of the tables at the mall to eat our pretzels.
“Doesn’t mean Dolly is right in her mind,” I say.
Zoe gives me an evil glare.
“You used to mock this as much as me. What happened to you? What did Dolly do to you?”
Zoe takes a swig of her peanut-full bottle of cola, and I almost gag.
Come on! Bits in your drink is not fun. It’s hurl-central.
“Oh, she’s done plenty to me,” Zoe comments when she puts her bottle down and another round of bile threatens to come up.
“Ew. No. I don’t need the details, thank you very much,” I say, and wave my hand in front of her mouth to get my point across.
“Chauvinistic pig!” she exclaims. “So, it’s okay for you to tell me you’ve been sniffing your boss’s underwear and getting your stiffy on, but not okay for me to talk about scissoring and cunnilingus?”
Ew, God.
Also, she has a point.
“Fine. You’ve got five minutes to tell me what spell LaceyfuckingStorm has cast on you and then we talk about something else. Like the weather. Or the choking hazard of cola and peanuts.” I admit defeat.
And like the good friend Zoe is, she tells me everything.Andshe takes longer than five minutes. The bitch. But it’s fine because it takes my mind off that horrible incident. And I need all the distraction I can get.
I haven’t managed to look Gordon in the eye since he caught me in my compromised position, and I haven’t been able to jerk off, not even in my own room, for fear he will walk in on me again.
Okay, that’s a lie. If anything, my room has started to smell of sweat and cum. Which would sound a lot nicer if it wasn’t justmysweat andmycum.
I am happy for my bestie. Dolly-slash-Lacey-slash-fucking-Storm sounds like everything Zoe has been looking for since I met her at school a few lightyears ago when she was the only black girl at school and I was the only gay boy.
“She just gets me, you know. It’s not just great sex, although, Beau! The sexisG-R-E-A-T great. She’s not snobby like older women tend to be when we go on dates. She listens to my opinions, she doesn’t talk down to me, she loves the same things I do, and she’s really a young girl at heart too. Not that thirty-eight is old to start with, anyway.”
“I’ve only seen her a couple times, but sounds accurate,” I tell her.
“You know we spend our nights after sex plotting our book? Like, how awesome is that?”
I can tell Zoe is happy because she’s never had such a big smile on her face, and she hasn’t been this excited with anyone before. Not that she’s had great luck with women. I’ve been on phone support countless times over the last two years she’s been studying here and so many times before that, too.
“And you know what the best part is? Like, the part that tells me she’s the one?”
“What?”
