Page 12 of Cheater and the Saint
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Over a week had passed since the start of classes. True to his word, Leo hadn’t invited many people over, and when he did, he was sure not to be too loud. He was trying really hard to get to know me, but I wasn’t letting him.
I didn’t see a point in it.
“Is he bangable?” Chris asked, running a hand through his medium length, dark brown hair.
We were video chatting on my laptop, and I tilted the screen to see him better. “What?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Is he hot? Like would you bang him?”
Chris lived in Wales, United Kingdom and his accent was thick, but not to where I couldn’t understand him. Even so, we didn’t speak the same language a lot of the time. Where he had a plethora of stories centering around his sex life—threesomes gone wrong, crazy ex-boyfriends, and various others I got red in the face just recalling—I was somewhat inexperienced. He was my opposite in many aspects.
“He’s attractive,” I confessed with a sigh. “In a preppy boy kind of way. But believe me. I’m not interested.”
“Why the fuck not?” Chris asked. “You need to walk up to him and be like, ‘hey, I like your face. Can I sit on it?’”
I nearly spewed my water. “Jesus.”
“Probably best to leave him out of this. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
I hung my head, suppressing another laugh. “You kill me.”
“No, your neglected libido is gonna kill you, King.”
Seeing his droll look, I rolled my eyes. “My libido will survive. Sex isn’t the most important thing.”
“But it’s one of them, yeah?” He scrunched up his face as he looked at his icon image in the corner of the screen. “Why didn’t you tell me I looked like I just walked out of a porno bukkake scene?”
I cracked a smile, even though I tried not to. Chris was annoyingly funny and exactly the kind of friend I needed. Where I was too serious, he helped me loosen up.
After chatting for another thirty minutes about random shit—comic books, video games, and just a little more about Leo—we disconnected the video, and I sat back in my computer chair. Thinking. It was Friday night and I didn’t know what to do. I’d already completed the writing assignment for my sociology class that was due Monday, plus completed the online assignments for my probability and statistics class.
Most college students took the weekend to unwind and have fun. My definition of fun had never been like everyone else’s. I used it to get caught up on homework, and then I’d read or watch a movie.
“Dude, I’ve never had a girl ride me like that before,” a guy said from the other room. Leo and a few of his friends had just walked through the front door and were in the living room. Great. “I sat back and let her go at it, ya know? Fuck.”
Leo chuckled. “Well, the dude I fucked banged me so hard the bed almost broke. So I think I have ya beat.”
“You losers suck… you know that?” another voice chimed in. He didn’t sound familiar. “I haven’t gotten laid in fucking ever, and here y’all are getting it every damn night.”
I plopped down on my bed with a sigh. After grabbing a pillow, I put it over my face and tried to block them out. A ping made me look back at my phone. It was a message from Chris.
Chris:Friday night, King. Go out and get laid. Stop moping around.
Me:No.
Chris:Don’t make me fly to the US and kick your ass.
Groaning, I tossed the phone aside and returned the pillow to my face.
It wasn’t that I didn’twantto go out and have sex. It was just hard for me to. I preferred to actually know the guy a little before jumping into bed with him. Also, I had insecurity issues that prevented me from approaching attractive guys and asking them out. Fear always struck, and I was afraid of rejection, of not being good enough.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
When a knock sounded at my door, at first, I was confused and then sense gave way. I sat up and told them to come in.
