Page 59 of Jace
“Well, then let’s just be glad that I’ve texted Ava already before she got here, she’s more than happy to supply.”
SIXTEEN
“Hey, Mr. Mopey McMoperson, you done mopin' yet?”
I raise one brow when Lamar walks into my room like he owns the damn place. Like yeah, he actually does own the damn place–well, at least his mom does–but I still like to believe that my room is exactly that. Mine.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?” I ask, slightly irritated as I sit up and quickly flip my laptop closed in the process. No needfor him to see that I was stalking Jace online or that I still have a gay porn site opened in my browser somewhere. I'm not ready to share that new part of me just yet.
“Have you ever heard of not being a pain in my ass?” Lamar counters, not very creatively, as he sits down on my desk, his big thighs seriously testing the stretchability of his too-tight sport shorts.
Great, now I'm checking out Lamar's quads. Ugh. Like this whole kissing Jace stuff–and obviously liking it–wasn't confusing enough this entire week.
I rub my hands over my face, leaning back in my desk chair. “Do I dare ask why I am a pain in your ass?”
Lamar grins his stupidly big grin at me and hands me an opened bottle of beer that he brought with him. “Because it's Friday, and we don't have a game tomorrow, which is a rare occasion, and you know it. Instead of you being halfway drunk with me in Yetties right now, you're moping in your room about your ex-girlfriend, who was a total bitch most of the time, you know.”
I snort at that, holding my bottle out for a toast, which he obliges. At least he thinks I'm moping about Kaylee, which I'm not. “Touché, but a bitch? She totally wasn't.”
“Yeah, I know. She wasn't. But I'm supposed to say stupid shit about her right now, right? Isn't that like breakup bro code? I can come up with some creative swear words if you'd like. I always thought she was a cockwaffle.”
I almost choke on the sip of beer I'm having but manage to hold it down. “A cockwaffle? And what the hell would a cockwaffle be?”
He shrugs his big shoulders. “I dunno? Like a waffle made in the shape of a dick? Or a dick that tastes like waffles?”
“How the hell would you have a dick that tastes like waffles?” I grin against my bottle. At least Lamar always manages to cheer me up.
“What are you smiling at me for? I’m not the one who put my dick in waffle batter.”
I blink, a bit lost. “Did I say that?”
Lamar waves my remark away. “Anyway, I was just telling you that I'm with you, man. If you hate her, I hate her. Easy as that.”
“Nah, that's not necessary. We actually went for a coffee yesterday to talk about it, as friends.”
His black brows rise. “Really? As friends, huh? Or was she missing the D already?”
“Not everything is about sex, Lam.”
“On the contrary, I think everything in life is about sex. Without sex, thereisno life, dude. Sexislife.” He takes a long swallow. “Best thing ever, actually.”
“Are you here to get all philosophical with me, did you actually want to talk about cockwaffles, or are you here for a reason? I was busy.”
Lamar eyes my closed laptop. “Busy my big black ass. You know that I know that you've been watching porn all week, right? Why else would you be holed up here every time we came back from practice or Yetties?”
I rub my eyes. I was actually. But not the kind of porn that he's thinking of. I was trying to figure out if gay porn is my thing, if I can get off on it. Turns out I can, but only if I close my eyes in the end and pretend the actors are me and Jace. Which answered at least half of my questions.
Yeah, not going to elaborate on that to Lamar at all.
He guffaws when I don’t answer. “Knew it, called it, just won ten bucks.”
“Who the hell betted against you if I was watching porn?” I ask as I get up
“Tuck and Miles, duh,” he calls out, naming two of our four roommates. Well, at least they think better of me than this idiot does.
“So are you coming or what?” He asks, finishing his beer.
I swallow the lump in my throat away. “To what? Yetties?” I'm not sure if I want to go there. I've been there a couple of times this week, hoping to find Jace when he didn't show up at our morning jog since Monday, but he never did.
