“I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it—but take care not to smile at any part of it.” — Catherine Earnshaw.
His steely gaze fixated itself on me, eyes blazing with an untold emotion — anger, hurt, disgust, contempt. I didn’t know. And before Jeremy could say something else in his defense, he was gone. I let out an audible sigh, descending from the bed to pick up my clothes which were dumped in a corner.
“Is he…homophobic?” The words escaped from Jeremy's mouth as he blanched while I was busy buttoning my shirt. Alexander? Homophobic? I'd be debating about it if we hadn't made out in the swimming room before. But surely, he behaves more straight than gay. Bisexual, probably who tilted more towards girls.
“I don't think so. He's not exactly fond of me as you so wisely said. So most likely he isn't taking kindly to the fact that his close friend and the guy he detests are fucking.” Pulling up my pants, I dragged my zipper upwards, straightening out my attire. He wasn’t homophobic, but there was something else going on with him.
“I think I'd try to talk to him tomorrow. Right now, we should get the preparations ready before the boys arrive.” Jumping off the bed, he flashed me a forced smile and I sauntered back to the kitchen in search for the fridge. Meanwhile, Jeremy had gathered a few glasses and an empty wine bottle which would be spun. On the other hand, I fetched a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Opening the mouth of the bottle, I poured the alcohol into the five glasses that Jeremy had fetched. Taking three, I asked him to bring in the rest in the drawing room. I placed the glasses on the wooden table, while Jer did the same after he rested the empty wine bottle on the table. Adrian and Cole came in the very next second, taking off their shoes as they seated themselves on the couches. Jeremy, I and Adrian in one. Alexander and Cole on the other.
“Okay! I go first.” I enthusiastically cheered, taking hold of the bottle, rotating it with all my might. Others' eyes quietly followed the trajectory of the bottle while it spun for a while, before pointing towards Cole.
“Fuck, man. Guess I'm unlucky today!” He groaned in a dejected tone, slapping his hand over his face before putting down his whiskey glass. Aw, what a poor guy.
“Alright. The last time you had sex?” No sooner had the words left my mouth, Adrian and Jeremy burst into a fit of hysterical laughter while I giggled against my own glass, barely being able to keep a straight face. Cole gave me an angry frown.
“I’m so going to avenge myself. That was about six months ago.” His fake threat made me laugh even further, resulting in me almost spitting out my drink. Everyone of us were smiling, some even laughing including Cole himself, except Alexander. His cold gaze kept slithering back from Jeremy to me, while he reluctantly sipped his drink. Maybe he was always like that. Poker faces were so boring.
The next turn was Jeremy's as he himself decided as the owner of this house. He rotated the bottle a lot slower than I, and it came to an abrupt halt in front of Adrian. Ah, guess who was going down! This was getting so much fun. “Not me, what the fuck is wrong with this bottle.” He complained in a whiny tone, putting down his whiskey glass as I sipped away my drink, quietly glancing at the person who was to ask the question.
“Have you ever sucked dick?” Ow. Damn, straight forward, pretty much. As per my knowledge, no one was homophobic here. If I hadn't felt Alexander go erect under my touches, I would've said otherwise. “No! I'm as straight as it gets!” He roared triumphantly, picking up his whiskey glass again. Damn, okay.
Cole, planning on avenging himself, took hold of the bottle as he threw me a fake glare, muttering a ‘watch out’ before spinning it. Unexpectedly, the mouth of the bottle came to a halt after pointing at Alexander. Oooh, this was going to get real fun. I couldn’t wait to see what he'd ask. Roulette shrugged his shoulders, urging Cole to ask.
“What happened between you and Jenna?”