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The day I met Alejandro was weird. It was a quick way to embarrass myself in front of him, my girlfriend, and my friends. That day confused me so much. The way he gripped my biceps when he picked me up, I could feel his pecs whin the shirt when I placed my hands on his chest.
Lindsay wasn't really paying attention since she had some kind of awakening towards her when she saw Alejandro. Bridget was also amazed by that face, but she for sure had to step back since she knew she had a boyfriend.
And Ezekiel? All he said was "wow-wi." He was also surprised.
Ever since that day, it has had me thinking. I wouldn't say I like guys or that they are attractive, but something about him just made me think of many things. Like when my hands touched his shoulders, they weren't tense. Then slowly, I moved my hands down his chest. I realized I was touching his chest, so I quickly got my hands off him.
It was always an interesting thing; even if I wasn't interested, I had no choice if I wanted to stay alive, or so I would tell myself. I didn't like him in the same way I thought I did. Since I don't like guys. Right?
"Kyle!" Lindsay said as she hugged me and sat on my lap.
I looked into her blue eyes and observed every feature on her face. Her plump peach lips with gloss, the perfect nose, thick, long black eyelashes, and her long blonde hair that was straight and fell over her shoulders How did she deserve someone like me?
I smiled at her before returning to her lips, which started to pout due to our awkward position. "Are you listening?" She asks while looking at me with an impatient face.
"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.." When I said it, it sounded like a whisper. I looked back into her big blue eyes and just imagined everything with her my whole life.
"Travis! Are you listening?" She cupped my face and pulled me close to her. But all I could focus on were her blue eyes.
That is until a figure appeared in my view. It was Heather, looking pissed out of her mind.
"Lindsay! We were supposed to meet up three hours ago!" Heather said, putting her hands on her hips.
Lindsay let go of my face and looked over at Heather, saying, "Sorry, Heather." I was helping DJ feed his bunnies."
"For three hours?" She yelled back, but Leshawna took her away and closed the door for me and Lindsay.
I looked at Lindsey and grabbed her hand, saying, "It's okay." I gave her a small smile, but she looked dumbfounded.
She pushed me back to the bed, making me hit the bedboard hard. Before I could recover, she straddled me. She starts kissing down the side of my neck and kisses it gently while whispering things into my ear. My heart was beating fast as hell. I want this feeling forever, but this time it didn't feel right.
She started kissing me from my neck down to my stomach, and I gasped. We've done this so many times, but why did this feel different? She started palming my dick's outline and slowly rubbing it.
I let out a quiet gasp and looked at her; she was still kissing my waist, moving her fingers in between, massaging my dick. Why is she doing that? Is she trying to make me forget the bad thing that happened to me or something? Does she even know what I was going through? Or does she only care about herself?
She ran her tongue on my V-line and kissed my erection; the thing protecting her were my joggers. Once she removed it, she would know what would happen. She did that thing with her tongue again which made me moan and close my eyes tightly.
But I didn't see her. I saw him. I opened my eyes quickly and gasped again. "L-linds.. st..mgh...Stop!" I quickly sat up and cupped her face.
She looked into my eyes with confusion, saying, "What? Did I do something wrong?" She sat up and gave me the puppy eyes.
"N-no, I just..." I didn't know where to start. I was shocked, and I don't even know how to explain what I felt. The worst part was that I couldn't tell her what I was thinking. I could never. Not now... not ever. But why am I being like this? I love her so much that it hurts, and I'm scared of losing her. I can't lose her.
When she put her hand on mine again, she said, "Tyler, please talk to me." She sounded sad. "You've been distant and lost in your own thoughts. What's wrong?"
Without thinking, I said something I couldn't believe: "I wanna break up." Then covered my mouth.
Her face dropped. "What?" she was speechless.
I start panicking and look away from her. At that point, I forgot how to breathe, how to speak, and how to act. What was wrong with me? "I... I... I just don't know anymore." I said I was trying to hold back tears.
Suddenly, Lindsay jumps off me. She was shaking like a leaf and breathing heavily. "Why are you acting like this?" Her voice cracked, and tears started forming in her eyes.
I couldn't talk to her or respond to her. I was frozen, so I looked once more. Sitting there, feeling like an asshole. Then the door slammed shut.
I lay back down on the bed on my side and stared at the wall. Am I really crying for a girl? Am I a boy who's crying? After believing that boys don't cry, but if they do, they get punished.
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"So? He wouldn't give any information to a hillbilly like you."
"Ha, you're funny. There's no way he'll give any information with that hair color and piercings. What did mommy and daddy forget to raise you?" Scott laughed at his own joke.
Scott and Duncan started teasing and punching each other. Alejandro sat with Heather but observed everyone around him. Then Tyler entered. Messy hair but still has his headband; his jacket was zipped down. His eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days or something.
"Yo Tyler," Ezekial said it with a smile and a chuckle. "You look like a mess."
"Have you seen yourself?"
"Well, no hard feelings, damn. That hurt man."
Before I could tell him anything, Lindsay sat next to me and grabbed my hand. "Tyson, we need to talk."
At least she was somewhere close to my name: "Oh, sure."
"I get that you're the one who broke up with me, and it looks like you haven't been taking that well, so I wanted to say that we should get back together." She whispered, but I cut her off.
"But Li-"
Then she cut me off, saying, "No, listen, we could be the fan's favorite couple. We don't have to hold hands every time we're with each other and be more like what we used to do." She sounded so smart that I was kind of surprised.
"Linds, you don't even get my name right." I gave her an unsure look.
She grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest. "Feel my heart. I still love you, and I can't lose you right now. After one of us gets voted out, maybe this could s-"
I kissed her. Fuck. I wanted her quiet, but I'm head over heels for her. I back up a bit and look back at her, saying, "Sorry, I just didn't know if you were the real Lindsay."
She smiles and hugs me. "Okay! Well, we have to fix you up a bit. Since you don't look so well." She grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom.
Some people looked at us, and others kept talking to each other. My shoulders are tense, and I look over at Alejandro, Fuck. I prefer to see the ginger, not him. He gave me a smile and a wink, which made me panic and hurry out.
She washed my hair and fixed it. She pulled out a bottle of concealer or foundation. Placing it under my eyes, covering my eye bags, then bled it. "Okay," she smiled and backed up a bit. "Take off the Tank top." She didn't sound like herself at all.
"What?" I asked her.
"Just do it; it'll make you look more attractive." She smiled.
I raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Oh, so you don't think I'm attractive?"
She smiled, showing her perfect teeth, and said, "Oh, you are!" She came close to me and pulled me in for a kiss. "Now take it off," she said, letting go of me.
"Alright, whatever the pretty girl says." I smile at her and taking off my tracksuit sweater slowly.
The door then opens, and I look over to see Scott. "Were you guys going to f---?" I cut him off.
"What? No!" Lindsay cut me off.
"hm, you'd sure be glad to walk in if we did." She smiles and then pushes him out of the way, getting out.
Scott then looks over at me. "How did you pull her? Great body. Great tits. Great ass."
I give him an awkward smile, zipping up my jacket. "Maybe I'm just too good-looking," I smirk.
"You wish!"
I huffed, "Hm, whatever, man." Then exited the bathroom, meeting his eyes again.