Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,76
fuck are you doing here? I told you I couldn’t work on Quiz Bowl today.” He looked at Rex. “Fucking Poins. They live for that shit. Fucking stalkers, man.”
Rex looked at my car, which was parked right in front of the motel room door, at me, then at Jesse, his eyes narrowing. “Holy shit. Are you here with Dobbs?” Rex’s tone dripped with glee and ridicule.
“What? Fuck no,” Jesse said loudly, expelling a breath. “I told you! I’m with a chick I picked up last night. She probably went to the office to check out. Gotta catch my ride. Fuck off, Rex.” Jesse spun and stalked toward the office at the end of the block of rooms.
I blinked. Something hot pressed inside my chest. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream. Or breathe. Breathing would be good, but there wasn’t any air.
Rex watched Jesse go, then turned to give me a look. It was a look that every gay guy knows—a look that said, he might have let you suck his cock, but he still hates your guts, faggot.
I turned away. I don’t remember getting into my car, but suddenly, the engine was revving. I peeled out, gravel flying as I fishtailed out of the motel parking lot. I didn’t look back.
I hoped Jesse had a nice walk back to campus. Fucker. I was so angry, my hands shook on the wheel.
I should have seen this coming. The way he always looked around if we were on campus together. His paranoia about Hedge coming back to the room. The way he’d ruled hands-off in the steam room after the first few times. But I’d…I dunno. I’d fooled myself. I’d told myself I understood his need to be discreet. That I was fine with it. But he’d just stood there and mocked me to my face, lied about being with me, and it had been a knife in the gut.
I found a parking spot a block from our house. The air was dry, frigid kind that hurts your lungs and freezes your nostril hairs. “Yeah. I hope you freeze walking back, motherfucker,” I muttered, stomping up the front stairs of my house.
I opened the door and nearly slammed it before remembering it was, like, six in the morning. I went into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table, then put my head in my hands. It was still dark out, and the room was only lit by the glow of the timer on the microwave and coffeepot. The house was silent.
I wanted to die.
What an asshole. I’d taken him to the motel as a treat. We’d spent the night with him acting like he cared about me. He’d fucked me, held me, kissed me like I mattered. This whole past month, he’d acted like I mattered. I thought we had something real.
And, damn it, I was being a total emo. But it hurt. You think you’re over certain things, like letting other people make you feel like shit for being gay. And I honestly didn’t give a rat’s ass what the human hairball Rex thought. But for Jesse to do that to me, stand there and call me a Poin and stalker, act like he wasn’t with me.…
It had been the most mortifying moment of my life.
The light in the kitchen flicked on. I looked up to see Jax in a raggedy T-shirt and flannel pants. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Dobbs? Why are you sitting there in the dark?” He must have seen something on my face because his expression fell. “Shit, what happened?”
He came over and pulled out a chair to sit close to me.
I studied my hands on the table.
“Dobbs? What is it?”
My mouth twisted. “I was just spectacularly humiliated by a guy I thought was my boyfriend.”
“Oh fuck. Knox?”
For a second, my heart stuttered, but I didn’t deny it. What was the point?
“What did he do?” Jax asked angrily.
I shrugged. “Denied he was with me as we were walking out of a fucking motel room. We ran into another A-hoe. Great timing, huh?”
“Oh shit.” Jax put his arm over my shoulder. He smelled nice, like warm and cinnamon. Why couldn’t I have fallen for Jax?
“I’m such an idiot,” I blurted. “Why did I do it? I knew from the start he was never gonna come out.”
“Um. I’m thinking it was probably those green eyes. Or that body,” Jax said, petting my shoulder.