How To Be Straight

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CHAPTER 41

[ Derek ]

Shit, I fucked up! I fucked up big time! I wasn't supposed to have sex with him, especially not when I had done everything in my power to avoid him. I had done a pretty good job at controlling myself, but Mike just had to make out with him in front of me and touch him in places that only I was allowed to touch him in. Even after I punched Mike's face in, Calvin had been standing there with that little pout on his face and he looked so damn adorable and my emotions got the best of me and well, yeah.

We fucked.

In every position known to man.

And now I was stuck with Calvin's arms wrapped around me and his head nuzzled into my chest. His dark hair was a disheveled mess, sticking out in every direction. He was snoring softly and I tried so hard to not think about how cute he looked when he was sleeping.

Oh, God! Oh, God! I can't do this. I need a drink.

I practically ripped myself out of Calvin's hold on me and leaped out of bed, bolting to the other side of the room to stay as far away from him as possible. I hadn't done such a good job, because Calvin stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning a few times before he let out a slight groan. Seconds later, he lifted his head to look at me, eyes squinted.

"Derek?" he groaned. "What? What are you doing all the way over there?"

Refusing to make eye contact and ignoring him completely, I rushed to my closet to find some clothes to wear.

But he didn't stop there. "Derek," he groaned as he patted the empty space next to him, "come back to bed. Let's cuddle."

I cringed at the sound of that word and continued to immerse myself in my walk-in closet. I wasn't ready to face him, not while I was still sober, so I rummaged through the collection of dirty clothes scattered across the floor, hoping to find an unopened can of beer or something of the sort.

This wasn't fair. I had already come to the conclusion that I couldn't be with Calvin anymore, but my mind and body couldn't resist him. Trying to convince myself that I didn't love him was awfully hard to do when I didn't have any alcohol in my system. It made me an asshole, sure, but at least it was able to stop me from thinking about him twenty four-seven.

If I couldn't depend on alcohol to get Calvin to go away, then I would just have to do what I do best - be a complete and utter asshole.

I strolled out of the closet, fully dressed, and started to gather my stuff together for school. I could feel Calvin's eyes on me, but I ignored him.

"Where are you going?" he finally asked.

"To school," I answered, short.

He fell back onto the bed, cursing. "I totally forgot about that." More silence. "Hey, can I borrow some of your clothes?"

I tore my gaze away from my backpack and gave him a blank stare. "No."

Calvin furrowed his brows. "No?"

"You have clothes at your house, don't you?" I questioned.

He chuckled. God, he had such a cute laugh. "Yeah, but then I'll have to drive home and drive back." He broke into a teasing grin and crawled onto the edge of the bed. He didn't even bother to cover himself. "Come on, lemme borrow some clothes. Then maybe we'll have time for a quickie."

"Or you could drive home and stay there," I suggested with an odd amount of bitterness in my voice.

He laughed again. "I could, but do you really want me to?"