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“Scott, you need to go sleep with someone.”
Wallace announced, holding what I'm sure is his third cup of coffee of the night. I’m sure I should be paying attention to the fact he’s kicking me out rather than trying to figure out why he’d need this much caffeine.
“What? You can't just say that! We both know what happened last time you wanted me to sleep with someone!” Was the only reply I managed to choke out.
“I’m serious, Scott. You haven’t slept anywhere but my bed ever since you broke up with Ramona. I’d like to sleep with someone who isn’t you for once” He’s looking at me with a lot more anger than he usually would.
“You’re saying that like we’ve been having sex!” I whined, getting more and more defensive. I’d rather not be out on the streets tonight.
“We HAVEN'T been having sex! I think it's time for you to go get some!”
…That was the last thing I heard before I was pushed out of the apartment door by a clearly over-caffinated homosexual.
I guess the only place (that I’d actually wanna go to) that could possibly get me any ‘action’ is…
The Rockit.
The club was more crowded than normal…it was intimidating honestly. The blue lights were practically blinding me every time I picked up my head to try to seem less awkward than I already am..
I tried to avoid looking at ANYBODY, right now, eye contact sounds like my worst nightmare. I looked up at the stage. Honestly? The band playing kind of sucks, and that means a lot coming from me! As much as I hype sex bob-omb I know we’re pretttyyy sucky.
My head started to ache each time the drummer banged on the snare, the number of drunk college students around me is overbearing…
Gosh, I hate Wallace for making me do this-
…
Oh, what???! Just as I thought my night couldn't get any worse!
HE’S here…Gideon. G-man. Whatever he likes being called, I don't know! Why is he even here? Shouldn’t he be like, being evil or something in his giant rich guy mansion? Not here! Anywhere but here.
The question popped back up in my mind, ‘why IS he here?’...Maybe I should ask him…wait no. WAIT NO!!
Before my mind could catch up to my body, I had already made it behind g-man. Holy smokes…didn’t I get stabbed by this guy like a couple months ago??? Didn’t I kill this guy? I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be trying to talk to this guy, right? That's a horrible idea.
“Scott! Buddy, nice to see you!...Been a while, huh?” Gideon greeted, although I could see through the smug rich-person fake smile of his…
“So, you still with Ramona?” Oh god. That dreaded question. I broke up with Ramona a few months ago.. Found out she was sleeping with another guy and decided maybe pretending to be straight wasn't worth the struggle. Speaking of struggle, I’m definitely struggling to hide just how much I hate this guy.
Or… How much I’ve convinced myself to hate this guy. I guess I count as an evil ex now. Does that make him my boss? I mean I wouldn’t say I’m necessarily evil…Ramona has to have an ex that isn’t evil right?
My train of thought is interrupted when I realize I should probably answer his question, so I decide to quit staring down at my hands and make real eye contact.
“We, uh, broke up a few months ago. Things haven't been so good.”
GOSH! Why would I tell him that? Gideon is the last person I want to know about my problems!
“Oh, really? What happened? I thought you two were all ‘us against the worldddd’....and stuff. What happened with that?” Gideon slightly tilted his head as he crossed his arms. For somebody who fought me over a girl, his body language…and expressions…and his voice… sure are pretty gay. ..is he gay? Is Gideon Graves gay? ..I think I’m starting to hope for it.
My small kindling of hope starts burning much brighter when I realize just how smugly he was looking at me. Why's he have to look like that? He’s got a kind of face you just can't disagree with.
“It's kind of a long story.. She cheated on me and left me on the streets, and now my roommate has also left me on the streets, so now I'm here.”
Seriously? ‘Kind of a long story?’ Why would I say that! Now he’s just going to want to listen! I can't tell him I broke up with Ramona because I’ve got a thing for guys!
“Your roommate? The gay one…what was his name.. William or something?”
“It's Wallace..”
“Yeah, yeah, same thing…” Gideon waved his hand dismissively in my face, rolling his eyes. “Where was I…oh yeah! So, Wallce kicked you out, huh? Why’s that?” Gideon was pretty clearly just coaxing me into telling him more. I thought he was busy! I guess he isn't busy enough to pass up a story like this.
“Uh, yeah. I’m homeless for the night. He was hoping I’d ‘find someone to sleep with’ so I’d get out of his apartment.” I think telling him I’m looking for someone to sleep with wasn't the best idea. I don't really want to seem whore-ish in front of Gideon Graves..
Gideon’s glasses shined in the lights, hiding his eyes. He smirked before putting a hand on his hip. It's like he's planning something. Oh god, what if he is?...What if it's a good thing though? Oh god, oh god…
“How about we get out of here, hm? What do you think about that Scotty?” Gideon teased.
OH GOD. Why is his voice like that? Why is he smirking at me like that?? Why did he call me SCOTTY? Why did I like it?! I’m sure he can tell that I’m flustered already. I want to say no. I can spare myself from the trouble of completely falling for the guy who is meant to be my rival, and go home. But my wants are wildly different from what my brain sees as needs.
I’m starting to think that this is all out of my control. Maybe he’s found a way to get into my head or something- Right? I can't seriously want this guy..
But I do.
“Sure, Why not?”