Chapter 6 6

Travis

We’re at a party at Elliot’s house.

"Chicken."

I look at Tamara in disbelief at her boldness and say:

"Oh, so you wanted me to grab him right there inside the cinema?"

She says:

"Obviously!"

I roll my eyes and imitate her mockingly:

"Obviously."

She adds:

"At least you’d be by his side right now instead of Sasha."

I keep watching him across the party the hottest, most superior guy in the whole place while we sit here and Celine walks toward us.

"I didn’t find anything that wasn’t spiked at this party."

I say:

"Great, good to know. I’m not drinking anything today then."

She laughs and says:

"Come on, you’re super cute when you’re drunk."

Tamara laughs and Celine says to her:

"He really is."

Tamara isn’t too happy about me being with Celine, especially since I want Drake. Even though she isn’t Celine’s biggest fan. I like her, but it feels like I’m deceiving her by doing this.

Drake approaches, putting me on alert and making Tamara laugh as she takes a sip of her drink.

He says:

"Celine, I’m going to steal your guy for a few minutes."

She says it’s fine and Tamara laughs even harder. Drake puts his hand on the back of my neck and leads me to a corner.

He already seems pretty drunk, but nothing stops me from enjoying this closeness between us, even if it feels wrong to think that way right now.

But I don’t think about it much because he says:

"I’m going to fuck Stacy."

I pull away from him and say:

"Are you sure about that?"

He nods affirmatively and I say:

"Dude, she’s your girlfriend’s best friend."

He says, sounding a bit out of it:

"Sasha isn’t my girlfriend."

I won’t deny that I like hearing that. And he adds:

"I’m going to Stacy’s house. I just wanted to let you know because I’m going to disappear for a while and won’t be able to take you guys home."

Celine and I came with him and Sasha, but we can go back with Tamara. I explain this to him even though I don’t agree with what he’s about to do. For several reasons, I don’t like it.

Of course, after what I heard, I don’t go back to the same person I was when I return to where we were sitting.

Tamara asks if everything is okay. I say yes, but my mind is really far away now.

Drake

I don’t know why I wanted to tell Travis what I was going to do. It wasn’t just about the ride. Maybe I wanted his opinion. But I did it, and now I’m here in Stacy’s room.

Sasha is going to want to kill both of us if she finds out, and I know she’ll find out somehow, but I’m not worrying about that.

Stacy kisses her way down my body while I sit in this armchair. She kneels between my legs, doing exactly what Celine did that night with Travis.

Travis.

Damn, why am I thinking about that again?

She lowers her lips around my cock and takes it deep, making me moan now. I look at her and she looks back at me, satisfied with my reaction, and takes me even deeper while using her hand to stroke me as she sucks.

I start moaning even louder, the same way I saw Travis do it, and she takes me deeper. I grab her hair to guide her and moan more and more. It feels good and encourages her so much to use her tongue and make it really good.

So much that I let myself cum in her mouth, remembering exactly how that night was.

What the fuck is this that I can’t get it out of my head?

I believe it’ll pass now. I just wanted to experience what it was like.

Travis

"My life is shit."

Drake sits down next to me and I say:

"Not for lack of warning."

He ignores what I said and speaks:

"I’m never doing something that stupid again after drinking."

I laugh and say:

"Only if you stop drinking. And I doubt that’s going to happen."

He laughs and says:

"You’re right."

He takes a deep breath and says again:

"Dude, Sasha fought with Stacy."

I keep typing a reply to Celine as I tell him:

"I saw it. Everyone saw it, it’s the most viewed video at school."

Drake runs his hand through his hair (something that always makes me admire him) and says:

"What a mess. It’s already been like three days and no one can forget about it."

I type a reply to Celine and laugh. Drake asks:

"Are you talking to Celine?"

I nod affirmatively and he says:

"Tell her to help me with Sasha."

I ask:

"You’re still going to try to stay with her?"

He says:

"Dude, she didn’t want to break up. She said she’s going to make me beg for her and now she keeps sending me nudes all the time to tease me."

I really don’t understand women these days.

...

It’s Friday. There’s no training on the court tomorrow because Elliot is injured and Luke won’t be able to participate, so I’m here with Tamara and Celine waiting for the bus.

Drake approaches and says to me:

"Don’t you want to come to my house today?"

Why does he always have to say it like that? Like he’s giving hope to my poor heart. Tamara laughs.

I turn to Celine and tell him:

"I made plans to go out with her today.''

Celine smiles, satisfied, and Drake says:

"Come on, Travis. I’m not doing well. My life is shit because of all this and I don’t feel like staying home alone today."

He never makes it easy.

He walks over to Celine, who doesn’t seem very friendly toward him since she’s also Sasha’s friend. He says to her, under my attentive gaze:

"Celine, I messed up. I already apologized to your friend and we’re working things out. She told me she’ll start talking to me again on Monday. So please, let Travis come with me today and I promise I’ll leave you two free starting tomorrow."

Celine seems to think about what he said. She knows how close we are and looks at me a bit sadly, but says:

"Fine."

Drake thanks her and she says:

"I really hope you two sort things out soon. Because I know she would make me cancel with Travis today so she could stay with her complaining, like she’s been doing for days."

Drake soon asks me to call home and tell my mom I’m going straight from school to his house, and as always, I do what he wants.

It’s going to be another long night. I’m already preparing myself not to sleep well, as usual.

...

Drake’s parents went out for dinner and we’re here by the pool eating some snacks. Drake is drinking whiskey and I’m having soda.

We talk, but Celine keeps chatting with me on the phone and Drake does the same probably with Sasha.