Why I'd Rather Be Wrong

Chapter 6, Part 2: Slept With Him

Jaze D'Angelo

     "Come on, big guy! f*****g stand up!" I said while I tried to lift him because he fell on the ground as we're already heading back to his car. Both of us drank like three big mugs of beer and now this man's all f****d up, can't even stand up, he's been lying on the cold ground for minutes now. "Jeez, this is clearly not what I signed up for. You've been kidding me about how a single big mug already hit me and...look at you now, big guy," I said. I then wrapped my arms around his armpit and lifted him, then clung his arm around my neck and we continued walking towards his car in the parking lot. Wait, which one is his car? I don't even have an idea if he drove here using a car but I'm pretty sure he did, and this is the only parking lot so that's why I just trusted my instincts that his car is here. I saw a bench nearby and I sat him down and just took a moment to catch my breath as this guy was so freaking heavy, not gonna lie. The alcohol's already hitting me but thankfully, I'm still able to think clearly and move decently. I scanned his pockets, looking for his key so that I could just set off his car's alarm so that I'd be able to locate it because I can't even talk to this man. I touched something in his left pocket, and it felt like a wallet. I decided to put my hand in his pocket to grab his wallet because maybe this is where he keeps his keys. I put my hand inside his pocket and it was so freaking tight, it feels so...weird... I grabbed his wallet out of his pockets and he's still unconscious, what if I was a robber? I opened his wallet and there's a bunch of credit cards. Jeez, I already have the opportunity to be a billionaire if I was truly a robber but, he was actually the robber though, he stole my fuckin' heart. I noticed a picture in his wallet and it's a picture of a guy that's probably around his age. There's also a name at the bottom of the picture and it says Brandon Truce, interesting. Wait... what if... this was his ex? I mean, I was paying attention to every word he has said to me and he never mentioned any pronouns of his ex so I have no idea whether if it's a man or a woman. What the heck... I can't find his keys in his wallet so I just closed it and I tried scanning his pockets one more time and there I touched at something and heard some metal jingle at the bottom part of his left pocket. I put my hands in his pocket and -

     "Hey!" some guy yelled and a flashlight was suddenly flashed into my face. I immediately pulled out my hand and blocked the light using my hands. He turned the flashlight off and there I saw a guard, looking right at me while I'm holding Cassius' wallet. "Can you please tell me what you're doing, sir?" he asked.

     "I'm grabbing my...boyfriend's keys in his pocket. W-what's the matter, officer?" I replied and I just can't believe what just came out of my mouth. Boyfriend? Like what the f**k, Jaze, you could've just said he's your friend or even dad, that's way more convincing, but he's your boyfriend for now, just so you can get out of trouble.

     "Your boyfriend, eh?" he said and then he glared at me. "Anything to prove your relationship together, mate?"

     Fuck... "We're not married yet, but we've been dating for 2 years now, we just went out for a couple of drinks and now he's drunk as heck," I explained then I scratched my head, trying to show that I'm really embarrassed. He just stared at me like he's not satisfied with what I've just said. I've already had enough so I just moved closer to Cassius and kissed him on his lips "How's that, do you believe me now?"

     He moved his head back in disgust "Aight, fags," he said then already walked away.

     I clenched both my fists because of what he just called me. But I'm just not gonna escalate the situation anymore. I just took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

     "Boyfriend, huh," he said and I just completely froze, he heard what I've just said, I'm so ashamed of myself. Well, he won't remember any of these things that happened tonight anyway when he wakes up.

     I slapped him lightly "You bastard, where are your damn keys?" I asked.

     "You already did, boyfriend," he replied and I just facepalmed as he just misheard the word keys to 'kiss'.

     "The keys of your car, man. You know what - nevermind," I said then already grabbed the keys out of his pocket forcefully, I looked at the keys and it's a key of a freaking Lincoln Continental. I don't even need to set off the alarm because I' already saw his car from a distance, it's a white Lincoln Continental.

     I clung his arm around my neck once again and we walked towards his car. He still smells so freaking good, despite smelling like a little bit of alcohol. His perfume smells so freaking manly though, I was able to smell it because I'm relatively close to his chest. We already reached his car and I unlocked the doors. I opened the door of the backseat and I just laid him there, he's actually so big he can't really fit there but I managed to fit him in there, but his position is just so uncomfortable but I didn't really mind. I slammed the door shut and the door accidentally hit his butt. I heard him scream in pain but not actually because the door is shut, I kinda laughed but I felt bad actually. I went in the driver's seat and he's all quiet now, safe and sound, but all curled up and uncomfortable at the backseat of his own car. I just put on my seatbelt and hoped that I'm able to drive like this, well, I believe in myself though. Anyway, I'm gonna drive back home since his house is pretty far away here. It's already 11 PM and almost no taxis are driving around so, I was compelled to let him stay and sleep at our house for the night, beside me...sigh...

     We've already arrived at our street, I went out of the car and opened the door of the backseat. I'm pretty sure he can't even feel his legs right now after being curled for a good 10 minutes. I took a moment to figure out how am I supposed to get him out because it's so freaking hard to just pull him out of the backseat. Because first of all, his weight is almost twice as much as mine. Well, I guess I'm just gonna try. I grabbed both of his knees and pulled him out up to my full extent, and I managed to pull his lower part out.

     I shook him "Wake up! For f**k's sake..." I said out of frustration. I just sighed, then clung his arm on my shoulder, here we go again.

     I closed and locked his car and we walked towards our porch. My shoulders are starting to hurt, thanks to this man, like heck. We reached our porch and I suddenly stumbled and we both fell on the stairs of our porch and he accidentally hit his lips. We sort of made a noise and all of them went outside to check it out, all of them, and saw me and this freaking man laying on the doorstep together.

    "What are you doing, man? Y-your bed's right there, right?" Garrett said then pointed inside the house, trying to be funny.

     "Just f*****g help me up!" frustrated, I yelled, and they immediately helped the both of us up.

     "Uh - his lip is bleeding, Harris," said Ian.

     "I know, and I'll take care of it, just bring him inside," I replied.

     Garrett quickly walked outside "A freaking Lincoln?! What the heck man, is that his car? Mind if I go for a spin with it?"

     "NO," the four of us said in unison.

     He just sighed and walked inside like a child whose parents refused to buy them ice cream.

     I just got out of the shower and Trenton had already taken care of Cassius' bleeding lips on the couch. Flynn and Ian already went to sleep, but the two are still here.

     "What happened, man?" Trenton asked.

     I dried my hair using my towel "He's a friend of mine," I replied.

     "Friend?" Cassius suddenly spoke. "You...literally told the guard that...I...am your -"

     I quickly walked towards him and closed his mouth "Why don't you go to your rooms already, guys? It's getting late y'know, you need rest, I'll take care of this," I said, rapidly, while nervously forcing a smile.

     "Okay, but one thing though, he looks like the billionaire guy that went to the nightclub a few days ago, is that him?" he asked and I nodded right away. He closed his mouth as he walked into his room and shut his door.

     I removed my hand from his mouth and went around the couch to sit beside him. Jeez, this man almost said something that'd ruin my friendship with them, well it's not that big of a deal anyway and they'll probably understand because of the fact that we're both drunk. But still, that could've been so embarrassing. I grabbed a cotton ball on the living room table and tapped it on his bleeding lip gently. His lips are so soft though, I suddenly had a flashback of how I kissed him earlier. I touched his lip softly using my index finger and touched my lips too at the same time. So, that's how it feels like kissing a guy, it felt weird, not gonna lie, but, I'm longing for it...

I managed to bring him into my room then I already laid him in my bed and I hoped that we'll fit in this small bed of mine. I also hope that my appropriateness stays inside me this night as the guy that tempted the hell out of me is beside me tonight. I took off his coat and his trousers, thankfully he has boxers on and...WHY THE f**k AM I STARING AT IT?! I slapped myself lightly but repeatedly, trying to fight this temptation I'm feeling towards this freaking demon that's inadvertently seducing me. I just kept my shirt on, because the guys might get the wrong idea if they see me shirtless beside this man. I already laid down beside him. I left my bedside lamp open and I just stared at the ceiling. The guy I've been fantasizing about is sleeping beside me, how I wish this would never end. He suddenly laid down sideways, facing me while he's asleep. I also turned to my side, facing him and I just stared at his face. His face is so perfect... The forehead, the nose, the lips, the cheekbones, and that one thing that I find very attractive, his facial hair, especially his beard, it's so damn...sexy... What the heck, do I have a freaking beard fetish? I just thought about something, because I know for sure that this won't probably gonna happen again. I stood up and grabbed my camera. I sat beside him and leaned against the wall. I looked through the viewfinder of the camera and aimed at his perfectly sleeping face. I took a couple of pictures of him and I already placed my camera back to where it was. I just remained there sitting, contemplating his face, questioning who I really am. Maybe I really am attracted to both men and women, I'm just so scared of how people would react that's why I'm trying not to, but I couldn't just fool myself that easily. Ugh, enough of this, I'm totally letting myself fall for this man even more.

     Things are starting to get out of hand, but I don't really mind.