Chapter 12: Luis’s POV

My eyes widened as I felt my pulse start to rise while my thumb pressed the green dial.

“Hello,” my voice came out soft and as unsure as I felt. I had no doubt that he could feel it and also hear the shakiness in my breath.

“Luis.” My name sounded like a soft whisper on his lips. I wished he would say it again and again and again until he sung a full music album with just my name as the lyrics, but I didn’t tell him that.

Of course, I couldn’t. Not when I had to continuously bite down on my lower lip to stop the trembling. If I spoke at that moment, it would be a stammer, a fumbling of words, and I needed as much confidence as I could for whatever conversation we were going to have.

“Is that you, Luis? I saw your messages, but I can’t start to read through or reply to all of them. So we might just have this talk once and for all.” He called my name. I heard it, but I could barely register it because of the impatience in his snappy voice.

I knew that I didn’t need to be in the same room as him to see his angry face or feel his anger.

“Yeah, I just wanted to speak to you about last night, and then I saw the posts online and…”

“What does it have to do with you?” He definitely had a frown on his face. I could tell from how raised his voice was.

Not only was he angry, but he was clearly irritated and upset. But what I was still yet to figure out was the trigger.

Was it the post, or was it me?

I might have thought it was me any other time in the past because Garber had always been an internet sensation, but those buzzworthy moments were for his achievements.

None of it was because he had a 7-inch dick on display for the world to see or because a girl couldn’t get over the sight of his dick and how giving him a blowjob almost made her pass out.

“I… you were at my place yesterday, and I just wanted to say thank you. And then I saw the post and didn’t know what to think, so I…”

“Just get to the point and stop stuttering. I have important things to do, Luis!” From soft to stern to plain scolding, and it just shattered my heart.

“I just… right, it’s nothing. I’m sorry for bothering you,” I said weakly as my phone slipped down the side of my face…

“You wouldn’t send over 20 text messages just for nothing.” He took a deep breath, and in that short silent moment, I felt a bit confident and was about to go on.

However, I found that boldness fading the moment he started talking again.

“I’m not even sure what gives you the confidence to call me in the first place.”

I choked and just stared ahead as I processed the hate in his voice.

“But Garber…”

“What happened between us was a one-time—okay, maybe two-time—thing, but I’m not gay. I’m not a fucking faggot, and you must have seen those things online. I like women. I love women. I only want to give my dick to women. Get that into your fucking skull, alright?!”

“You can't say that to me? We had sex, we made love. You and I both,” my breath was shaky as I pleaded but he just sounded more irritated.

I could imagine the contortion of his face as he tried to remain under control while losing control at the same time.

The way the vein in his arms would bulge as he'd clench and unclench his fists as if to channel the emotion out.

I'd always been fascinated by the way he dealt with his emotions but now that I was on the receiving side it just felt unfair.

I didn't mean to make him angry, I just wanted to talk. Yet here were were on different sides of a call with him cussing me out just to get rid of me.

“Luis or whatever the fuck your name is. I don't care about you so don't expect anything from me. What we had was just sex! I was curious and I was drunk that's all. Mention this to another soul and watch how id ruin your life,” he was setting with rage and I didn't know where all my own rage went.

I just…

I wanted him to calm down. But I wasn't calm myself. My rage was gone but what about the palpitations in my heart.

The pain and fear that came with knowing that the next time we meet, he would treat me like a stranger or worst still do everything in his power to avoid me.

I thought once again about the time we were at the supermarket together and my eyes got foggy.

I removed my glasses to wipe the stray tear before it rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to be strong and as sound as him when communicating my feelings too.

“So I'm nothing to you. Everything we did. Everything we said was nothing to you?” I was in a daze and I needed the pain in my scalp to stop me from falling deeper into nothingness as I tugged even harder and sniffled.

I hated my stuffed nose right now.

“Yes. Your are nothing to me. Just accept the fact that I used you and we had a good time but it's over and nothing could ever happen between us because I love women.”

He kept laying emphasis on the women and I'd have thought him lying after everything we shared yesterday if he hadn't filled me up and cared for me after so tenderly that I dreamt of our happily ever after.

“Oh, I see,” I released my grip on my hair with some hair strands in my hand but I couldn’t be bothered about the hair is lost.

Not when my gay awakening was cutting all ties with me after our two nights stand.

The realisation didn't make sense but there was nothing I could do about it… Absolutely nothing.

“Bye then,” I said before hanging up, the only couragous thing I'd done with pride.

That surprised me. The fact that i was bold enough to hang up even after hearing ehat he had just said surprised me but what didn't was what I did after.

I went into the bathroom tirned on the tap and the shower then fell tknmy knees fully clithed under the shower snd cried my eyes out.

It was still morning and my day had already gone from good to worst so quickly.