Page 20 of Your Only Fan
“What is all this?” I ask.
Freddy pauses his game and turns to face me. He follows my gaze and snorts.
“Julian thinks he’s being clever.”
Julian slaps my back and huffs. “Bitch, Iamclever!”
“Then why are you failing two classes?” Freddy bites back.
“Because life’s too short to be perfect,” he replies and wiggles his eyebrows again.
“Whatever this is, I’m not a part of it. You know that. Right?” I tell him, just so he knows I’m on Freddy’s side.
“Oh, fuck off. Why is no one ever on my side?” he moans.
“Drama Queen!” Freddy calls out.
“I’ll be on your side,” someone says behind us, and I turn to look at the hot teach Freddy managed to snatch for himself. Harry. Tall, ginger, and sexy as all fuck.
Julian runs to his arms, turning his drama queendom up to a thousand, and Harry cradles him soothingly while he nods his greeting at me with a smirk.
“So what are the boxes for?” I ask once he’s free and by Freddy’s side.
I’m careful not to ask if they’re engaged because I don’t see a ring on either of their fingers, and if he didn’t propose, it might freak Harry out that we’d been talking about it.
“He’s abandoning me,” Julian wails.
“We’re moving in together,” Freddy responds at the same time.
Well, that’s far saner than marriage.
“Congratulations, guys! That’s fantastic.”
I hug them both while staring at the boxes.
Why can’t I have that? Why can’t Rivera see me like that? Would it be so wrong if we went out?
I’m invisible to him. Especially over the past week. It’s been like he’s actively avoiding me. He even ignored my raised hands during lecture discussions. It’s like I’ve done something to him, and I don’t even know what that is.
Or maybe he’s found out I’m a porn star and is entirely creeped out by my chosen profession. Never mind that a fair amount of students turn to porn or escorting to get through college.
“What are we celebrating?”
I turn around to the door—they really should start locking it—and look at the cutie that is Tru. A non-binary person who’s managed to snatch not just one, but two teachers. Although it’s all hush hush until the end of term.
They’re lanky and dashing. They also have ginger hair and bicolored eyes that can tempt anyone to do anything they ask.
I met them and their boyfriends on Valentine’s day and had put out an offer for a foursome. The offer still stands, but they haven’t taken it, so I assume they aren’t interested.
“Harry and Freddy are moving in together,” I say.
Tru walks to me and hugs me with slow, sensual movements. That’s just how they are. Carefree, confident, and flirtatious.
“That’s amazing guys! When…” they walk away to embrace the two guys, and I turn my attention to my cellphone that’s vibrating nonstop since Tru hugged me.
They’re YourFan notifications.
I unlock my phone while I walk further away from the guys and open the app.
